Emily smirked at her fiancee's words. "I don't care if we're not having a big wedding, but I'll still be going dress shopping." She leaned over to kiss Emerson on the cheek. Leaning in close so that none of the children could hear, she whispered, "at the very least I'll be shopping for my, uh, wedding night attire." She quirked an eyebrow as she pulled away to face the kids.
It appeared Alessio knew her too well; Emily did indeed love a party, but that obviously wasn't the reason she had asked Emerson to marry her. She couldn't answer the question about why they hadn't done it sooner, but now that the idea had been raised, she couldn't understand why they hadn't thought of it sooner. "It just never seemed like the right time before, Leo."
Even when her fiancee glared at their son, Emily turned to face her with a smirk and a look that simply said, 'see?' Emily wasn't the only member of their family who was encouraging Emerson to retire, although the blonde woman was certain that Alessio's reasons were incredibly different to her own. She understood his reasons, however; it was natural for him to want to move on up the ladder without feeling like he was doing so purely because of who his mother was.