Josephine savored every moment that went by, but they did fly past like the wind. When their kissing had stopped and she was moved off of Raoul's lap, she looked over at him with a happy smile. "The evening is warm, summer is soon approaching. The perfect time for a wedding, wouldn't you agree." A wedding that took place in the cold of winter, bitterness of autumn, or rainy times of spring were just asking for trouble. But a summer wedding was the perfect time; all the crops were fit to grow and harvest, the weather is gentle and pleasant. And the sun is always bright and smiling upon them all. Josephine watched him pluck a couple roses, assembling a crown of some sorts. She got to her feet and bowed her head a little to allow Raoul to place it on her head. "A crown of white roses would be befitting of you too, my dear. Quite frankly, then are so hard to see again my hair that bears the same color. But thank you."