The vehicle roaring engine were turned off, and Rachel got out first, the sound of her heels padded by the ground.
Nicholas then got out, immediately looking at the view in front of him.
There was a never-ending space of green grass before them, bigger than any place he had ever been to. The air was fresh, with a light sweet smell from the river nearby. The shining water showed the fading sunlight, colouring the area in shades of gold and silver.
Nicholas remained still, looking closely at the large field. With the right planner and he already had the best one this could become something amazing. A perfect wedding spot, bigger than anything the city had seen.
At what seemed to be a large sign had been put up. On it, painted clearly and carefully, were the words:
RACHEL CRAWFORD.
Nicholas opened his mouth slightly, not breathing properly for the first time in a while. He could not hide the surprise in his eyes.
