“Do you trust my driving?” He asked with a laugh as he lead her around the corner to where other guests had parked their cars. When they were still alive, cars were still relatively rare, but he was excited to take her for a drive, no matter where they were going. “Just be warned, with a face like yours, little kids are probably gonna run up to you and ask if you’re Cinderella. Or Sleeping Beauty, or whatever other blonde ones there are.”
“I trust you.” She said with a nod. It’d been so long since she’d even seen a car up close let alone ride in one. Things had to be different now and they were both immortal. Rosalie was positive that it’d be fine. Skipping over towards the car, Rosalie placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before touching the handle. “I’ll be sure to sing to all the birds.”
