Damien's heart thudded painfully in his chest when Dani's lips met his. He could never get over what it felt like to kiss her. He moved a hand from her waist, laying it against the back of her neck lightly. Unfortunately, however, she chose that moment to break away. At least she stayed close, leaning her forehead against his. He opened his eyes, completely ready to disagree when she produced a pack of letters from her pocket. He raised a brow. Well, he had some reading to do. He set his chin on her shoulder, keeping her close as he unfolded the letters on the counter behind her back. He went through the dates until he found the oldest one and began reading through them.
Hmm... Dani's mother was upset with her career choices. Wanted her to quit quidditch. Thought she was too sheltered to be able to handle the real world. And in the latest one, brought her disapproval of Dani's new 'lover' and his influence on her. He had been reading silently through the letters, humming here and there as he read something that caught his ire. He set the letters down and pulled a blank notebook and pen over to him. Still settled against Dani, he quickly set into a letter of his own. He started out formally, intentionally leaving out any indication that he'd read the stack Dani had given him.
To the darling Mrs. Corelli,
I beg your forgiveness that I have yet to acquaint myself with your exquisite parsonage. As a world-renowned leader in fashion, you must understand my hesitance to bring my humble presence to your attention.
Damien spent the rest of that page and a good portion of the next detailing his favorite pieces from each of her fashion shows, going to great lengths to highlight her best works, the most noted, and the hidden gems that had been underappreciated. He then spent another page detailing the talks he and Dani had about the fashion industry outside of her mother's career and then spent yet another page carefully going on about how he adored Danielle and all of her best qualities, and all of the cute habits he'd noticed she carried. He went on for a time on how she was such a positive influence with her quidditch career, and how he respected her. By the time he had finished, he had written six pages. He smirked a bit as he wrapped his letter up.
In conclusion, I would be incredibly honored if you would take time from your busy schedule to meet with me. I find I have fallen hopelessly in love with your daughter, and I would like the chance to earn your blessing, and your approval. I hold you in the highest of regards.
Cordially, Damien Gates.
Smiling, he rolled the pages together and tied them with a tasteful ribbon that had been left on the counter. With a low whistle, he summoned his owl, and the letter was off. He pulled back and kissed Dani tenderly on the forehead. "Silly woman, you have nothing to apologize for. Now," He draped his arms lazily over her shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it?"