The Ballroom

He waited for her on the black-and-white checked floor of a beautiful ballroom-complete with sweeping white staircase, crystal chandeliers and a 19-piece big band with full music stands and white tuxedos, who, at the moment, were playing "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square". The man was wearing an expensive, fancy zoot tux, complete with fedora and wallet chain.

He looked up as the door swung open and there stood his love in the pouring rain--soaked to the bone but still as beautiful as ever. He had set this up for her and asked her to meet him there, but she had no idea why. Her hair was wet and plastered around her shoulders, rainwater dripping from her face. She looked around and smiled at him.

"What is all this?"

"Your fantasy, my love. You thought I couldn't do it, but I did. Ballroom and everything." He motioned to the band, the staircase, everything was perfect. Her dream. The man put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. They engaged in a deep, romantic kiss that seemed to last forever. With this, he brought forth a small blue velvet box. She opened it to find a sapphire necklace with matching earrings. The necklace was made exquisitely with twenty-four perfect sapphires, the earrings contained three each.

"Oh, they're beautiful...but I have nothing to wear them with." He smiled mischievously and presented to her another box, wrapped in gold paper with a red bow. She looked at him, puzzled.

"Open it," he said eagerly. She did so, and lifted out a beautiful deep-blue satin gown. It was beaded at the bodice with intricate patterns, and flowed down into a full skirt. The gown was strapless, with the bust line divided into two points, so as to create sort of a v-neck effect. It was very flattering. He smiled at her as she looked at him in amazement.

"Where did you find all this?"

"Oh, around," the man said mysteriously. "Go put it on, sweetheart." She left to do so, as he smiled in satisfaction.

The girl twirled in front of the mirror...it was a perfect fit. She had found satin shoes to match, strangely placed by the mirror. Was there anything he couldn't do?

As she reentered the ballroom, her love smiled at her. "Breathtaking, love."

"Thank you. As are you!" He made a small bow and held out his hand to her.

"May I have this dance, principessa?"

"Of course, principe." He put his hand around her satin-clad waist and took her left hand in his right. They swayed to the music, "My One and Only Love".

"You are beautiful, Cat, daarling."

The girl grinned a dazzling smile and kissed him on the cheek.

((That's it. I know, I'm a hopeless romantic.))

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