After the dark of sadness comes the glory of happiness!

A lot of puzzles!

A few days later, Mr. Marson contacted Ridge and asked him to meet with him in his office. He told him, he had a thorough consultation with the board members of the company, they were all in favor of his idea, so nothing stood in the way anymore of a partnership between Forrester Creation and 'Onique-Style'. They sat together for a long time discussing the details of the collection. As Ridge had suspected, Mr. Marson still had a few small suggestions for changes to make so that the concept would really fit the style of his house. After the appointment, Ridge was so ecstatic that he headed straight for Taylor's office. Impatiently, he had to wait, as Taylor was still busy with a patient. As soon as the door opened and Taylor had said goodbye to her patient, he pushed her back into her office. Vehemently he took her in his arms and twirled her around.

"We did it Doc, we really did it!" He didn't put her down until they were totally dizzy. Taylor stared at him a little perplexed.

"What did we do?"

"Think hard!" That's when she got his point.

"Mr. Marson called you and said you got the job?"

"Exactly! We got the job!" and again he spun her around with glee. Taylor was now as euphoric as Ridge.

"That's wonderful! This is great! I'm so proud of you!"

"Oh I could never have done it without you!" In the midst of the rush of joy, there was a knock on the door. Taylor's assistant alerted her that she had the next patient in 10 minutes. Taylor gave Ridge another hug.

"I'm sorry. Duty calls."

"Yeah, always on duty for people who have issues, there's no room for a successful designer who's bubbling over with good spirit!" said Ridge jokingly.

"Oh my poor successful designer, I swear after work I'm all yours!" Ridge insisted on celebrating this good news with her and promised to take care of the reservation. When the contract was signed, Taylor was with him as his lucky charm. Ridge had asked his friend and attorney Carter to look over the contracts beforehand and he had found no quibbles. Eric and the rest of the family were also very excited when Ridge told them about the new partnership. As Ridge, they saw the great prospects of this new market for Forrester Creation. Ridge and Taylor had celebrated Ridge's success with the entire clique. All the ladies immediately ordered some outfits. Marc and Steven suggested Ridge should design an equally fancy collection for men next. 

On Friday, Taylor was sitting on the terrace of a pizzeria waiting for Ridge. He had insisted they have lunch together here. He had even reserved a table for them. They both had the rest of the day off. It was the same pizza place where they had met each other for the very first time. Ridge seemed to be running late, at first Taylor wasn't too concerned. As much as Ridge had changed, punctuality still wasn't his greatest strength. But she could hardly complain, because it happened too often that she herself was late for a date because a patient had kept her longer or something else had come up. Therefore she waited completely relaxed. But when he still didn't show up after half an hour, she became increasingly restless. A waiter approached her and placed a 'Caesar Salad' in front of her.

"Excuse me, but I didn't order that!" said Taylor to him, irritated but he waved it off.

"That's all right, this order was placed by a gentleman for you in advance. I wish you a good appetite!" Taylor didn't understand anything. She was confused. However, being very hungry, Taylor finally started to eat her salad. When Ridge still didn't show up, she tried calling him. She only reached his voicemail, which was very strange to her. It didn't happen often that Ridge couldn't be reached during the day. After she finished eating, the waiter approached her again. She was about to pay, but he just waved her off, saying the bill was already covered. He handed her an envelope. Taylor recognized Ridge's handwriting and was only more confused. Hesitantly, she opened the envelope. Inside was a note with a few lines.