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"Well, of course! But the night's still young and I still have a few more tricks up my sleeve!" he replied with a wry grin.
He escourted her into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. Crossing the room, he went to the closet and opened the door. Inside hung a blue evening gown that sparkled like a million sapphires in the light.
"Happy anniversary," he said softly as he smiled.
She walked over to the dress and touched it gently, then took it out to look at it better. Her face held the impression of awe as she looked at it. She turned and faced him, her eyes glittering with delight. "Is it really for me?"
"I can't wear it," he said with a chuckle. "I'd very much like to see how good it looks on you." He stood up, kissed her forehead, then walked out of the room, leaving her in private to change.
A few moments later, Morgan walked out of the room. It was now Kevin's turn to stare in awe.
"What do you think?" she asked, as she posed for him. The light shimmered silkily up her body. She had drawn her hair up and over to the left side where it cascaded down in luxurious curls. Around her neck hung the necklace she had worn the first day they had met, as it had every day they had been together. She had once told him that it was the first thing she had ever made. Now, they accented the v-neck of her dress.
"I think you look wonderful," he finally managed to answer, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
"Thank you," she said, half-turning away as she blushed.
"Are you ready to go then?" he asked.
"Go?" she asked, a blank expression on her face. "But we just got here..."
"Come on," he laughed and shook his head as he slipped his arm around her and led her out the door.
They arrived at the restaurant and were seated. Two candles illuminated the close setting, making the ornate placement of the forks, knives and spoons that decorated the dark red tablecloth flicker in their light. Tapestries and French paintings filled the walls in an ecclectic Victoria style, as crystal chandeliers hung from brass chains, giving the room a subtle glow.
Kevin picked up the menu and looked at the entries, all written in elegant script. "How about roast duck and chardonnay?" he asked, looking over the menu at Morgan. She had been staring at the tapestry that hung the closest to them. He was pleased to see that she hadn't disappointed him with her excitement.
She turned quickly to face him at the sound of his voice. "That sounds wonderful," she replied softly, sounding embarrassed at having been caught gawking.
He smiled at her in understanding. The waiter approached Kevin ordered as he pointed to the menu. The waiter nodded and then took the menus and left to go back into the kitchen area. When that was finished, Kevin found Morgan looked confused at all th silverware.
"I think you start with the outer most one first, then work your way in with each dish," he offered.
She looked up with a shocked expression. "We're going to eat that much food?!"
Kevin laughed. "I don't think so. At least I hope not. I want to be able to float on my surfboard the next time I'm out surfing!"
Morgan laughed as the waiter reappeared with a bottle of wine. He poured the wine in the glass before Kevin and waited till he had approved of the selection. Kevin picked up the glass, tasted it and nodded. With that, the waiter left them to their conversation.
They sat in silence for a while, sipping the wine and looking at each other. Kevin took her hand into his. "My you're happy tonight," she said quietly, her smile widening.
"And why shouldn't I be?" he answered, his brow raised questioningly.
"It has been such a lovely evening. Thank you," she breathed in contentment as she looked away dreamily. Her eyes flickered peacfully in the light of the candle.
"Morgan?"
"Yes?" Her eyes suddenly focused back on reality.
"Do you love me?"
She paused, staring at him. Kevin waited for her answer, knowing that it now meant everything to him. 'What if she says no?' he suddenly thought to himself nervously. It had never occured to him that she might.
"Yes, of course I do," she answered, her honesty staring at him. He found himself releasing his breath.
His eyes never left her's as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black velvet box. He turned her hand over and placed it lightly in the center of her palm. She watched |
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