"The beach," Aria said, smiling up at Ben. She held on to Ben's arm, laying her head on Ben's shoulder as they walked. Knowing that they had her father's blessing to go and be who they were, that they only be careful, it made Aria happy. Her mother was understandably not happy, but she would come around once she realized how much better off Aria would be once she got away from the island for a while... Quite possibly for a long while.
"We can talk, walk, or dance, or anything really. At midnight the couples can kiss..." Blushing, Aria made herself stand upright so that she was only holding Ben's hand,
"Not that we need to kiss... I mean, it's supposed to be symbolic of intent to marry..." Aria's voice trailed off, realizing that she may be scaring Ben away by her rambling.