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Light filters through the windows,and soft music echoes in the air as I pull my car in front of her house on Friday evening.

I’m early.

I’m nervous.

And I truly hope she hasn’t changed her mind.

I push the door open and enter the living room. Her voice comes from the bedroom.

“I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Get yourself a drink,” she says.

“I’m good,” I say, stepping onto the terrace.

My eyes follow the hypnotic dance of the paper lights swaying in the breeze.

“Hey.”

Her voice rings behind me.

“Hey,” I say, turning around and drinking her in.

My heart races as I lay my eyes on her.

She’s never looked so beautiful. And different.

“You look good,” I murmur, perfectly aware my words don’t do her justice.

Her eyes glitter with excitement, a warm smile curving her lips.

I look at her, dumbstruck.

“Are you okay?” she asks, noticing my bewilderment.

“Yes. I like your dress,” I murmur, running my gaze over her.

Her dress hits above her knees, a tasteful combination of black lace and chiffon, a molded bustier, and a pencil skirt.

Long sparkling earrings almost touch her shoulders.

Her hair waves down her back, her eyes sparkling, full of life, dark amber gleaming between canopies of curled, raven lashes.

A glistening layer of lipstick highlights her lips.

“You like it?”

“Yes,” I murmur.

She checks the time, grabs a small purse, and curls her hand around mine. I hold her tightly. It’s soft and warm, pulsing with life.

Smiling, she gives me a quick once-over.

“You look great as well,” she says, running her eyes over my tailored shirt and pants.

Her gaze sweeps my clean-shaven face, her lips pursing.

I look at her, mystified.

“Ready?” she asks, gently squeezing my hand.


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