Isabella was surprised when Phineas failed to offer her a card, per their usual Valentine's Day tradition. She had come to view the holiday as somewhat Hallmark constituted. Nevertheless, her blatant disappointment was not yielded when she returned home to a card deficient, contently beaming Phineas. It was not that he had forgotten or didn't care, he justified. The notion of greeting cards simply did not appeal to him as purposeful anymore.

And as she lay in his embrace, tanned fingers grazing the small of her back and ebony locks, heat of their foreheads fusing, his lips idly brushing over hers, she believed him.