I spent a lot more time on me. I actually had a large amount of clothes to choose from before I could start getting ready. My hair was long enough now that I could style it however I wanted.
Even if I could get ready quickly, I wanted to take my time getting ready for tonight. It was Braden and mine's three year anniversary. He said he was taking me out to a nice place, so I had to wear my best dress. I was excited. Braden was so perfect, I could hardly contain myself.
So many people could see the change in me after I had met him. I smiled all the time, and I was always in the best moods. No one had ever treated me the way that Braden did. Like I was the greatest thing in his entire world.
Not only was he a great boyfriend, I smiled to myself as I thought, but he was a great man. He was on his first year of teaching French to 8th graders, and he absolutely loved it.
I opened my closet, grabbed my robe, and went into my bathroom. After I showered, I walked back to the closet, in my robe.
He had said to wear a nice dress. A really nice dress. "Think…prom, but without the poof," were his exact words.
I leafed through the clothes on the hangers. I finally picked out the perfect dress, shoes, and accessories. Now, onto my hair. My almost elbow length, light brown hair needed to be tamed. I dried my hair, and decided to do a braid, wrapped into a bun that rested on my neck. Now, onto my makeup. I did myself up nice and pretty.
I was about 6:45 when I finally could slip on my dress. It was perfect.
It was a red, floor length dress. There were cut outs on the sides and some of it was lined with diamond like jewels. I was going to knock him dead.
Speaking of knocking, right as I slipped my silver shoes on, there was a knock on the door. Little Daisy ran to the door before I could get there. I took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling.
Braden was standing there with the most amazing facial expression I had seen. Right when I opened the door, his chiseled jaw dropped, his emerald green eyes practically popped out of his head.
"And that's the best reaction I've ever gotten," I said, smiling. I looked down at his hands where there were about three dozen red roses. On his body was a very sexy tux. I whistled and said, "Wow."
"Why thank ya, sweetharrrt," he said, mimicking a gay guy lisp.
I took the flowers, smelled them and said, "Let me put these in water real quick and then we can go?"
He nodded and followed me in. He said hi to Daisy, like he always did. He was the one who bought her for me.
I got a vase, filled it with water, and put the beautiful roses, which represented passionate love, in the vase.
Before I could turn around from the counter, I felt hands slide around my waist. Lips were close to my ears and they whispered, "Tu es magnifique, Paise." He kissed my neck and I giggled.
"Ah, I love it when you speak French. You look so handsome. We might not even make it to the restaurant." I turned around to face him and put my arms around his neck. I ran my hands through his dirty blonde hair as I pulled him closer to me so I could get a kiss.
I loved his kisses. They were sweet, yet extremely passionate. We really were going to miss the reservations if we didn't get going soon. I giggled and sweetly pushed him away. He smiled, with his perfectly straight teeth and grabbed my hand as we walked out.
CHAPTER 3:
I’M IN
The restaurant was amazing. I was just finishing up my crème brûlée when the champagne came out. Braden was smiling like a crazy person and I suddenly realized what was happening.
Maybe I was wrong. How embarrassing would that be if it was just champagne that he ordered just because it was our anniversary? "Never jump to conclusions." Some of mother's advice. He poured me some champagne and I took it. He held up his glass, proposing a toast.
He cleared his throat. "Happy Anniversary, and to many
Even if I could get ready quickly, I wanted to take my time getting ready for tonight. It was Braden and mine's three year anniversary. He said he was taking me out to a nice place, so I had to wear my best dress. I was excited. Braden was so perfect, I could hardly contain myself.
So many people could see the change in me after I had met him. I smiled all the time, and I was always in the best moods. No one had ever treated me the way that Braden did. Like I was the greatest thing in his entire world.
Not only was he a great boyfriend, I smiled to myself as I thought, but he was a great man. He was on his first year of teaching French to 8th graders, and he absolutely loved it.
I opened my closet, grabbed my robe, and went into my bathroom. After I showered, I walked back to the closet, in my robe.
He had said to wear a nice dress. A really nice dress. "Think…prom, but without the poof," were his exact words.
I leafed through the clothes on the hangers. I finally picked out the perfect dress, shoes, and accessories. Now, onto my hair. My almost elbow length, light brown hair needed to be tamed. I dried my hair, and decided to do a braid, wrapped into a bun that rested on my neck. Now, onto my makeup. I did myself up nice and pretty.
I was about 6:45 when I finally could slip on my dress. It was perfect.
It was a red, floor length dress. There were cut outs on the sides and some of it was lined with diamond like jewels. I was going to knock him dead.
Speaking of knocking, right as I slipped my silver shoes on, there was a knock on the door. Little Daisy ran to the door before I could get there. I took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling.
Braden was standing there with the most amazing facial expression I had seen. Right when I opened the door, his chiseled jaw dropped, his emerald green eyes practically popped out of his head.
"And that's the best reaction I've ever gotten," I said, smiling. I looked down at his hands where there were about three dozen red roses. On his body was a very sexy tux. I whistled and said, "Wow."
"Why thank ya, sweetharrrt," he said, mimicking a gay guy lisp.
I took the flowers, smelled them and said, "Let me put these in water real quick and then we can go?"
He nodded and followed me in. He said hi to Daisy, like he always did. He was the one who bought her for me.
I got a vase, filled it with water, and put the beautiful roses, which represented passionate love, in the vase.
Before I could turn around from the counter, I felt hands slide around my waist. Lips were close to my ears and they whispered, "Tu es magnifique, Paise." He kissed my neck and I giggled.
"Ah, I love it when you speak French. You look so handsome. We might not even make it to the restaurant." I turned around to face him and put my arms around his neck. I ran my hands through his dirty blonde hair as I pulled him closer to me so I could get a kiss.
I loved his kisses. They were sweet, yet extremely passionate. We really were going to miss the reservations if we didn't get going soon. I giggled and sweetly pushed him away. He smiled, with his perfectly straight teeth and grabbed my hand as we walked out.
CHAPTER 3:
I’M IN
The restaurant was amazing. I was just finishing up my crème brûlée when the champagne came out. Braden was smiling like a crazy person and I suddenly realized what was happening.
Maybe I was wrong. How embarrassing would that be if it was just champagne that he ordered just because it was our anniversary? "Never jump to conclusions." Some of mother's advice. He poured me some champagne and I took it. He held up his glass, proposing a toast.
He cleared his throat. "Happy Anniversary, and to many
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