The empath curled against her fiance, her head against his chest, the dog sleeping in her lap. A notebook that sat in her lap was open, one page has a sketch of a gown on it, including the colors. The other has a list of names, and other wedding details. The pen she held sat against her lips, as she contemplated things.
"Can you think of anyone that you want to invite, koi?" She tilted her head, looking up at him as her head moved.