A small cup of latte was brought to Sienna Johnson, who frowned; she actually wanted a cardamom vanilla latte. It was made with cardamom vanilla syrup, topped with whipped cream and cardamom sugar powder. Noah Phillips had taken her to drink it once, and she had fallen deeply in love with cardamom vanilla lattes.
"The 8th of next week is a good day, suitable for worship, prayer, seeking offspring, and marriage! We'll get married on the 8th. You have no objection, right?" Adrian Desmond, in a rare move, asked for Sienna's opinion.
Sienna's hand trembled, and the scalding coffee splashed onto her fair hand, reddening a patch of skin. Adrian frowned, took an ice cube from his glass of plain water, and pressed it against the scalded red spot.
"Are you so eager to marry me? Do you have some kind of scheme?" This is too hasty.
"Of course, I'm eager. I've wanted to marry you for many years," he said, glancing at her meaningfully.
