By Lyn Wilson (Rated G)
The fourth in a mini series that began with “Assume Nothing“. Find them all here.
She had not attended a production in years.
To her the theater was magical
All the hard work chaos to a fluid dance for the audience.
Adil had tickets to A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Her favorite play.
He sends her flowers with a card; “Until tonight”.
Her co-workers were impressed with Adil’s attentiveness.
She wants to look her very best.
Hair and nails done at the salon.
New shoes and a handbag.
And a modern pillbox hat with a decorative button.
Her hair pulled up in a lovely French twist.
She chooses a dove gray cocktail dress.
Freshwater pearl necklace and earrings.
Gray satin kitten heels.
Her appetite replaced by butterflies in her stomach
She eats a small salad with soup and crackers
Then she applies her cosmetics.
The phone rings.
Adil calls to say hello
Her heart feels like a feather floating on the wind.
He has hired a car.
It will be here by 7:00.
A knock at the door.
Felicity is startled
The florist with a small corsage from Adil.
White gem gardenias and ivy sprigs
The florist says, “Gardenias symbolize joy or bliss, ivy symbolizes fidelity.”
Felicity thanks him.
She gently pins the corsage to her dress.
It matches perfectly.
Of course Adil has immaculate taste.
Just as she puts the finishing touches on her lipstick the doorbell sounds.
It is Adil.
He helps her with her evening wrap, taking care not to crush the flowers.
She takes his arm.
The air is cool and crisp.
The smell of Fall is in the air.
Leaves crunch beneath their feet.
There was a sleek black car parked in front of her apartment
The driver opens the door for them.
Adil takes Felicity’s hand.
She gives a little squeeze.
“You look more beautiful every time I see you,” he says.
“It sounds cliche but it is true…” His voice trails off.
“Adil, my dearest man, you could never be cliche,” she says
“From the moment I met you my life has been anything but cliche.”
Adil smiles gently
She winks at him.
They ride in silence to the theater.
No words are needed in the world they share.
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