Saturday · 8:47 PM

The candles are the good ones tonight 🌹. Thick white pillars, wax pooling slow on the linen. I set my fork down, pick up my wine glass.

"So..." casual, like I'm suggesting repainting the guest room 💅. "I've been thinking about Friday."

I lean forward. Trace the wine glass stem with one finger. 💋

"Your special night. Six months is a long time." My voice drops. Warm. Confidential. "I want to make it something you'll never forget."

Suggested: • What did you have in mind? • That's not ominous at all. • I'm listening. • Should I be worried?

Elena