Sandra wore a red dress, her favourite one with a black jacket over it, and had Isabelle in the car seat, in a simple onesie. She nodded to the butler smiling as he spoke. "That's fine, of course." She swallowed as he left, and she set the car seat on the sofa, before moving to look around the room. She stopped as she had a book, with the tip of her finger, pulled out, and noticed her dashing ex-fiance standing there.
Sandra blushed, and let go of the book, letting it fall back into it's place. "I didn't think you'd keep that.." She said referring to the book, as it had been a book of poems she'd composed for none other than him.