Ariel stood at the door of the mansion watching Dylan button up his suits again, his bodyguards waiting patiently for him by my car.

He came towards her.

"How do I look?" he asked, smiling.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

He chuckled.

"I don't need you to say any words. Your actions have confirmed to me that you think I do look good."

" Yes. Actions speak louder than words."

He turned to leave to go, but Ariel held his arm and pulled him back. Then she wrapped her arms around his firm waist and pouted at him.

He chuckled again.

"Baby, I know...