Young Mrs Milton

"what's with all the dress code? Are we going somewhere?" Daisy asked wondering why he would ask her to dress up beautifully.

"Yes we are" Dave's gaze lingers on her body, "it looks perfect on you" he compliments.

Daisy couldn't help but smile, she isn't used to his compliments and they make her shy.

"Where are we going?" She asked, curious to know.

"Let's go, you will see" he intertwines their fingers together and they both walk out of the room.

He leaves her to the dining, pulls out a seat for her.

Daisy's heart dances in her chest but he tries hard not to let him see it.

"Thanks" she goes on and takes her seat.

Dave takes him and starts dishing food on her plates. Daisy watched him quietly, silently observing his every movement.

"I can serve myself, you shouldn't bother about me" Daisy doesn't want him working for her, she has hands and has been doing it for herself all along.

"Let me worry about you, you are mine to care for"

Seeing his persistence, Daisy let him do what he pleas