serious.” “You're afraid you've fallen for me?” His dark eyebrows were pitifully pinched as he considered her words. “On the contrary, I am very relieved to have fallen for you, because if not for you, I would have nothing.” Sylvie seized both of his hands, squeezing them. “I want nothing more than to be at your side. Always.” “Conveniently for you, I want nothing more than to keep you at my side.” Peter winked, then bent down to kiss the top of her head. “You don't suspect your father might be watching us from a window, do you?” “Then I suppose we should get on our way very quickly!” Sylvie held Peter's hand and headed back to the carriage. “To America, then?” As he helped her into the carriage, Peter said, “We go wherever you want to go. The choice is yours.” “For once, Peter, I have absolutely no idea where we should go!” Before he returned to the driver's seat, Sylvie seized the back of Peter's head and pressed her lips against his. “Every option in the world is open to us... and I find that, surprisingly, a relief.” “I get to wake up tomorrow, and you'll still be with me.” He kissed her again, and again, before finally pulling away. “The woman I love will be at my side, and that makes me extraordinarily happy.”