Three months had passed from the day of Aila and Damon's second wedding, and they were still in a blissful state. Though there were still ups and downs due to the new laws, and humans still recovering over the fact that supernatural creatures or 'supes' they were beginning to call them were real. The 'Wedding of the Century' had blown up so much, and occasionally they would still bring it up in the news.
After speaking to Timmy at her wedding, TimmyTalks progressed to having his own talk show/news that was meant for the younger 'hip' generations. The sound of his voice was talking in the background on the tv screen as Aila ate some pancakes after a morning workout. She was still in her sports bra and leggings when a letter magically landed in front of her plate.
Magically because it just 'poofed' into thin air. Aila's phone then rang, and the caller ID made her nod in understanding.
"Good morning dear, I hope it's not too early-"
