You walk up to the door and see a rose stuck onto it. As you go through you realise where you saw that before but I know you don’t mind.
You go to a small table covered in rose petals. Delicately placed on this.is a piece of fine, ivory coloured paper. You pick it up gently and unfold it. There is one word written on it. Upstairs.
As you walk up the stairs you notice that roses are wrapped and tied onto the bannister. You go into the mian bedroom, expecting to find me. Instead you find a box, on which there is another piece of paper. You open this and read:
Dinner will be served in half an hour. Take the time to freshen up. Hope you like the contents of the box.
You untie the bow and remove the silk ribbon wrapped around the box. You open it up and take out a scarlet, of-the-shoulder ball gown. You squeel with delight as it is the dress you were admiring in town.
You go into the bathroom to take a shower. You light the candles which have been put in there and undress as the shower warms up. Looking around, you notice all your favourite body care products.
After your shower you go back into the bathroom to dress. The decision to wear your new outfit has already been made as you remember how all the men stared at you when you tried it on in the shop, thinking it would be the only time you would ever wear it.
You notice another parcel on the bed, the one I left there while you showered. It is a bottle of your favourite perfume.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs watching for you. When you enter my field of vision, a quote runs simultaniously through my mind and from my lips:
“Did my heart love till now? Foreswear it, sight.
For I never saw true beauty till this night.”
You take my proffered arm as I lead you through to the dining room. The table is set for two, with candles and a single white rose in a vase.
As we eat the food I prepared with a love on surpassed by my love for you, we engage in small talk. How we have been and so on.
You thank me for the dress to which I reply that hopefully we can find a more suitabe occaision for you to wear it. You blush slightly through the small amount of make-up you are wearing. You go redder (something which endears me to you more) when I reply that the perfume company have wasted money on a celebrity to endorse their product when it suits you so well.
After dinner I let you choose the film that we watch. It is, after all, your night. I am pleasently surprised when you pick Romeo and Juliet. We kill the lights, and curl up on the settee, so comfortable it is as if our bodys were designed for this specifically.
We might make love, we might not. It does not matter. As long as we are in each others company we are satisfied.
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