Here in Venice...

Oh… Do it, not that do it.

Mina gasps dramatically to hide what she originally thought he meant, her eyes wide with artificial shock. "How dare you even suggest such a thing? I've been waiting for this luxury honeymoon! Don't you dare back out now."

Cute little devil.

Eric chuckles. "Alright, alright, no hostels. I've got everything planned down to the last detail. You'll be pampered, spoiled, and probably fed way too much Italian food. I did not leave the spa, sauna and pools out of the schedule. You'll barely be able to breathe."

Neither will he if he sees the things packed in her suitcase.

Queen is such a bad influence.

Mina sighs contentedly, leaning against him. "This is going to be the best honeymoon ever, isn't it?"

"I'll do my best to make sure it is," Eric said, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

After getting through security, they boarded the plane.