The smell of flowers is heavenly as I wait for Marinette at our special spot in the garden.

Golden hour is a magical hour of the day as paints my hair a rich orange-yellow in the light of the setting sun.

I pluck a cone shaped lilac, admiring all the little purple flowers, thinking to give it to Marinette. Ah, my Princess makes me so happy, and my heart feels like a white cloud, happy and free, sailing in the ocean blue sky upon the breeze.

The back wooden doors open and Marinette's eyes are bright as she heads towards me. "Hello, Beautiful," I greet her with a light kiss on the cheek and look down at the flower in my hand.

"You know, I've been thinking," I begin as I lazily twirl the flower lightly in my hand. "I believe there's a flower missing from my garden. A bluebell." Marinette grins. "We could go to the flower shop tomorrow, after Starbucks." "I'd love that, but even when the flowers bloom, Marinette, you are the loveliest bluebell of all."

Marinette snorts, giggling and turning pink. "What?" "Who am I, Snow White?" "We'll have to test that theory, seeing if you can coax a bird out of a tree." "What about your allergy?" Oh, yeah.

"Scratch that. So, Marinette, loveliest flower of all, I present you with this bluebell, as a token of my love."

"Oh, Adrien," her voice is feather soft as she gazes at me. "Kiss me before I start crying, okay?"

I abide to her wishes, just as golden hour comes to a end.