Melting Ice

Chapter 52

PLEASE COMMENT ON CHAPTERS, I FEEL LONEY😢

I think I did okay, I hope I did. This job is amazingly well paid, not that I need anymore money, and seems a rather enjoyable thing to do.
"Why do you want this job?", the women asked me.
"Ever since the age of 12, I have been worrying myself sick about the old games. It was horrible. Children are still scared and I know what they have been through. I can help them from my experience; I always had calming methods to help me. Such as listening to soothing music, taking a walk or even just talking about it. Some of these children don't have anyone anymore to talk to. But they'll have me", I told her. Not boasting, but I was pretty pleased with the way everything went. And sure, if I get the job it will be hard and challenging but I feel as if I owe something to the district.
When I get home, I sigh and run myself a bath. The smell of cinnamon flows through the house once I add a bath bomb. Whilst it runs, I make myself a relaxing mug of tea with some sugar and a cookie, which Cato made, on the side of a small cream plate. Upstairs, I slip out of my clothes, chucking them into a corner of the bathroom, promising myself I will sort it out later. Maybe. My fluffy dressing gown, from Lillian, hangs up on the back of the door which I lock once I'm sorted.
The warm water welcomes me by swooshing water over my body. I sigh gratefully as I sink in further. So far that only my hair, in a messy bun, is dry;plus my face. For some reason, I'm making a massive deal out of this date. It's just a date! You've been on plenty before; why make such a big deal out of this one? Every now and again, I take a bite out of the cookie or take a sip of tea. This is all so perfect. I have a wonderful house, loads of food, money, a super attractive and loving boyfriend and a supportive family. What else could I need?
Just before I turn into a human prune, I gently dry myself and rack through my wardrobe for something to wear. I pick out a silky feeling dress which has a black Lacey top half and a skirt type bottom half with oil painted flowers all over it. In my wardrobe, I find a patterned pair of unusual looking cream heels which complement the cream on the lower half very nicely. As for the makeup, I wash and cleanse my skin gently until I'm sure all the grub is gone and soft feeling skin is left in its place, then I apply a thin layer of BB cream to hid any blemishes. Next, a small amount of blusher to make me look a bit more alive. Using my new mascara, I apply quite a heavy coat, along with a bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow. Finally, I'm happy with my look and quickly brush my teeth again, just to be safe.
Once I'm about one minute in, I hear Cato open and shut the door and him walk up the stairs and into the bathroom.
I choke slightly on toothpaste, "You weren't supposed to be back-".
He cuts me off by showing something in my hands, "This came for you", and walks away quickly. An envelope? I rip it open and read:

Roses are red
I love you, see?
I'm very good at poems
And now I'm stuck on one knee
Help me?

I know his handwriting from anywhere. What is this? Some joke? Is he blowing me off? I Storm out to find him. His footsteps echo below me. As I follow them, they sound louder. As if he is pacing.
"Cato, what are you do-". I swear to god, my heart stops. I feel it skip beats as I try to breath. There he is, on one knee. Holding a box.
"Clove Kentwell", he begins, "I have known you for years and not one has gone by when I haven't thought of your radiant beauty. I hope it's stays this way, forever. Will you, Clove Kentwell, do me the honer of becoming Mrs Hadley and marry me?". And then, in a millisecond, everything fell into place,