Stefan went silent, weighing everything.
Elizabeth continued, her tone softening. "Besides, she deserves this, Stefan. After all she's been through—being dragged into this mess, the pregnancy, the media frenzy… give her the fairytale, please."
A slow smile crept onto Stefan's face as he thought about Ruby walking down the aisle as his bride for real with him being able to see her. "You're right."
"Of course I am."
"Let's do it, then. Let's plan it in three weeks. But I want this one bigger. Better. Grand. I want her to feel like the most loved woman on earth."
Elizabeth chuckled softly. "Now that, I can make happen."
They exchanged a few more logistical notes before ending the call. Stefan sat on the bed, thoughtful, already running through the possibilities in his head. His heart raced—not with anxiety, but with anticipation as he returned into the room and sat on the bed close to Ruby.
