"I still wish I could've been there," Daizi sighed, although her husband coming home, still dressed to the nines and smelling like her favourite cologne, wanting only to dance with her, despite her not so much as being in her nice pajamas, had been a very romantic consolation prize.
"Ciara told me she would make it up to you," Dark told her, "She is very concerned."
"But I want to go out somewhere fancy like that with you," Daizi pouted.
"I will find somewhere for us," Dark assured her, bringing her back of her hand to his lips.