65 iii. Venice

Venice, Italy.

It was a dream come true for Mary. She always wanted to step foot in this place. She just never really knew it was possible.

She never knew there was a chance in heaven she could have possibly afforded the money needed to come here. 

The world really turned upside down when her husband is involved, making all of her dreams come true just seems like his ultimate goal in life.

She ran towards the gelato shop as she tugged on her husband's arm. He patiently followed, smiling behind her.

She couldn't speak Italian so she let him do all the talking, while she contemplated which flavor to have.

He turned to her with a smile, his eyes full of so much adoration she can feel her veins pop from how shy his stare made her feel.

"What flavor would you like, my queen?" he showed her the available choices, to which she pointed at a light brown colored gelato.

"Is this one good?" she asked him, her eyes filled with enthusiasm.