One day not long after we met, my prince called me and asked me if I wanted to go for a drive by the lake the following evening. I always admired his politeness—he would plan in advance and never make me feel obligated to come right away. I agreed, partly because I love long drives, the music playing, the relaxation, to sit back and just be chauffeured, and also because it was nice to get away. It felt like a mini-getaway for a few hours.
The following evening, I got ready and left to meet him. He had already bought my steeped tea with a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. He had his black coffee, no milk just one sugar. He held the door open, and I sat inside his car. It felt good already; my heart always beat a little dance and my smile was like the Cheshire Cat whenever we met. He always made me feel good, and each meeting was better than the last. He moved his arm to the back of the seat and pulled out a dozen pink roses. He had a bouquet for me each time we met.
“Pink roses for my pink princess.”
His words were always beautiful—always made me feel like I was transported into the world of Shakespeare or a scene out of a classic novel.
I smiled and tilted my head back as he drove out to the lake.
We reached it in no time; the lake was beautiful, the evening sky was an orange fire.
“Close your eyes my princess; I have something to show you.”
I laughed, it was probably another bunch of pink roses to tease me.
I opened them, and in front of me, he was holding the most beautiful book I had even seen. It was gold and covered with pink “Swarovski” crystals. The edging was adorned with pink and gold crystals, and attached to the book was a fountain pen adorned with the same pattern. It was a beautiful piece of art, truly fit for royalty.
“Oh my gosh, this book is beautiful.”
I opened it, and inside was…
To Be Continued…