Eric's pov.

My expression for a moment overflowed with sadness in the midst of calm.

"I can't believe you said yes." I opened my arms and Carina dutifully burrowed into my embrace.

Carina badly pinched on my waist: "Isn't that what you said? I promised to come down, but you are not happy?"

My hand stroked Carina's long dark golden hair, which started in the hair, with soft waves: "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"What?"

"The things we used to do, the part I forgot about, the ones Elvis told me that I honestly don't believe at all, I just want to hear them from you."

"Listen...