Aemilia enjoyed every minute she had spent inside the spa today. It was no wonder that the messages were highly recommended, she never had felt so relaxed in her life. Her nails were beautifully done and so was her hair. She only hoped that Sebastian enjoyed it as much as she had, but she couldn't see why not. After the message he was coached into a manicure and pedicure, by the beauty expert. The man told him that he wouldn't be the first man in his chair and he promised him that he will not paint the nails. But that a man also should take care of the hands and feet. She sat in her hotel room going through the bags of clothing, something nice. There were a few dresses inside the bags, but still she didn't know where they were going. So there was only one thing she could do, she left the bags for what they were and went towards Sebastian's room. Knocked and he opened the door, in his suite, so that kind of nice.

"Sorry, but can you help me pick something?" She asked. "I didn't know what you meant by nice." He nodded and closed the door behind him. Where were they going, the hotel had a buffet so they were not going out on dinner. But now she at least had something to go off to. He stopped inside her room, who was filled with clothing and she hung her head. "I promise I will clean it up. But I really did not know..."

"It is alright, I was rather phage." He said, walking towards the bed where the dresses were laid out. "One of these will be perfect, and please do not ask me which ones look better on you. I already came to the conclusion this morning that you look good in anything." This was nice to hear, but she was not even going to ask him. She grabbed an elegant green dress, made from satin. It was simple, just like her wedding dress, alright her second wedding dress. She changed inside the bathroom, while leaving the door ajar.

"Sebastian, because you told me your life story. I want to tell you mine." She said, and she started to tell her story. About how she was raised to be the perfect little girl, that was quiet and never complained about anything. At least from her mother's point a view, her father let her be who she was. It was him who pushed her towards collage and even told her that he was fine with her working there, but that she needed to get high grades to do so. This made her time at collage even harder, because she wanted to do it on her own instead of relaying on her parents' wealth. About how Gloria hated her in the beginning, but later turned around when she found Aemilia behind the counter of the coffee shop on campus. "I know that you used your families' wealth to your advantic, which I applaud you for. I wanted to see how far I would go if I did it on my own. We both still put in the hard work and we both hadn't it easy because we had the money to get out of the other and debt free. I would dare to say that we both needed to shoulder our families expectations, or the lack there off." She came out of the bathroom and her room was already tidied up.

"I indeed used my father's wealth and business to jump a head. It is something I am well aware of and not in the least ashamed off. But I respect your choice to do it on your own, mostly that is. It is true that you worked during your studies, your parents covered the rest." He said and she nodded, that was indeed true. "But you at least knew how to work." He checked his watch. "We really should go. You look amazing as always, green really suites you." She smiled, she already knew that Gloria had told her this many times. But somehow her world light up when he told her this. Was she falling for him already? Well he was generous, he has given her all these clothing. He was polite, and thoughtful. He was honest with her, and although it was on orders of his therapist he had shared a huge trauma with her. Something she did not expect he would do, not this early into the game. And in return she could be herself with him, he gave her compliments and even tried the manicure and pedicure thing to make her happy. Yes she was falling for him. They left the hotel and he took his car over from the valet. "It will not be far, but we will be quicker if we drive there." She nodded took place beside him and they drove off. It indeed did not take long before he parked the car in front of a large theater, her heart stopped. The billboard showed the picture of her favorite musical, Aida. A Romeo and Juliette type of story set in Ancient Egypt. She had seen the show over and over, the soundtrack was her go to when she felt down. And her heart was overloading with joy that she was now able to see it, but now with her husband.

"Thank you." She kept saying this over and over. He giggled softly and got out of the car. How did he know that she loved this musical, she did not write it down on her list. But her social media was plastered full of it, the only problem with that is her social media is private. It did not matter how he knew it, she was going to see her favorite musical with him. Their places were not the best, she still could see the podium so that was really no problem.

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"I am sorry for these seats, it was all a bit last minute." He said, she nodded and gasped when the lights dimmed.

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The musical was in one word amazing, she loved the cast. They were very skilled performers, and she was glad that she was able to share it with Sebastian.

"I do not have to ask if you liked it, do I?" He asked and she shook her head.

"It was magical, thank you so much." She said. "Did you like it as well?" She looked at him. "If not, I can completely understand. It is not for everyone and..."

" No it is not that I didn't like it. It was a beautiful preform and the story was solid. And besides that you love it, but I am not a musical person. I rather love a good concert, if you understand what I mean." He said and she smiled at him. So he went through all that trouble for her, she did not like concerts. Most of them were too loud and there were always drunken idiots. "I mean the concert with an orchestra, I have been to one where they played music of various movies." She nodded, she had heard of those. But she was never been to one. "I will take you to one next time." He promised.

"Deal." She said. He nodded and drove back to the hotel. He wanted to go to his own room. "Sebastian, why don't we order some wine and talk a bit more inside my room?" She wanted to spend more time with him and see if her feeling were real and not just an at the moment of weakness, was that what they called it? She didn't even know who they were, but this felt right. She wanted this evening to last for a bit longer, and it gave them more time to talk. Talk about their dreams and wants, like children, does he want them and if so how many. Did he want a boy or a girl? Did he like animals? She was allergic to most pets with hair, but if he already had a pet she would not dream of making him give it up. Because she liked animals too, and there were medicine she could take. If this was the case she needed to contact her doctor and ask him about this.

"A drink will be nice." He replied, and her heart started to beat faster. "One drink, and we will only talk. I do not want to move this quickly in our relationship." This sounded fair enough and realistic. They were just starting so moving things slow was probably the best way to go. They entered the room and with a special app on his phone he ordered coke, and it did not take long for room service to bring the soft drinks to her room. This time the valet got his tip. "Alright, what will be the topic of our sober conversation." He said, while giving her a glass. Did he order coke, to not repeat his night with Morgan? That was none of her business, he was honest with her about his relationship with Morgan. And Morgan repeated the same story, well having alcohol in her system.

"Just the basic, people who are starting a relation talk about." She replied and he nodded.

"Our expectations." He said amused. "Well you know about my career goal, I have a decent job at my fathers' company as an accountant. My own company, is helping other businesses like your father's with all kinds of stuff. And I am saying that because I have an appointment next week. This appointment was already there before the wedding." She nodded, if her father's employees had not made an appointment with a start-up if her father didn't see the potential in it. "Children, yes I want them. But only if you want to, of course. It is your body who is going to change, not mine. I hope we are blessed with two, one of each gender. But I really do not care which gender they are as long as they are healthy. I do not care about specific names as long we both agree to the name I am fine with that."\

"I want children too, I do not care which gender. Because they might change it when they are older." She said.

"That is true, I did not think of that." He pointed out.

"Do you have pets?" She asked. He nodded, and her heart sank slightly.

"Kitty, she was a stray before she entered my house and decided never to leave. She is around the age of ten according to my vet. Why?" He asked. "Are you afraid of cats, or are you allergic?" She lowered her head, for a short moment and sighed.

"I am allergic to all animals, but I think with some medication and some strict rules were the cat can and can't go it will not be that much of an issue." She said and he looked her dead in the eye. But she shook her head. "That cat is part of your family, and I will not break the two of you up. And if she is really as old as you say, well..." She did not have to finish her sentence. He already nodded.

"She was never allowed in the guest room, which is now your bedroom. And she is not allowed in the kitchen. Which means there is no cat hair and anything cat in there, I will ask the housemaid to vacuum clean every day. I am also going to buy some air cleaners' fort inside the house. But if that those not help, I will find her another home." He said. She still did not agree with that, but it will be a good start to begin.