Eunoia

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She gasped in complete and utter excitement as he opened the little white, wooden gate to the garden.

It was like a field of flowers, with one large oak tree.

The ground was littered with tiny white and blue flowers. She took tiny steps, afraid to crush them under her sneakers.

There were bushes filled with blooming roses, and then around it was a large flower bed filled with flowers of every color. From reds and violets to blues and yellows and whites.

She marveled at the sight, especially as her eyes landed on the large oak tree, nearly as tall as the white mansion itself.

But a large limb outstretched itself, and there a long swing hung down, a few vines had grew around the ropes.

There was also a bench under the shade of the tree, a white wooden bench.

"This is so beautiful…" she awed, not being about to take her eyes off the beauty of it all.

"There's an empty flower bed if you wanted to plant more," she was shocked to hear him say, but looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a long bed already filled in with rich, dark soil.

"Thank you," she turned around and wrapped her arms around him out of excitement, and for a moment he just stood there in shock, not knowing quite what to do.

He couldn't remember the last time someone hugged him.

She began to pull back when feeling how tense he was, blushing in embarrassment.

"S-Sorr—"

He suddenly pulled her back into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Her eyes opened wide but then she smiled, and basked in the feeling of his warm embrace.

They separated, but still remained close in proximity, as if an invisible force was unwilling to let them be too far apart from one another. Her face lit up with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling as she gazed up at him, the adoration she felt for him evident in her expression. He, too, could not resist lingering in her presence.

He leaned down, his face inching closer to hers, until their foreheads met in a tender touch. Their breaths mingled in the small space between them, and time seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's company.

Her eyes, wide and innocent like those of a doe, continued to peer up at him, their depths filled with love and trust. He found himself getting lost in her gaze, his heart swelling with an emotion he could not quite put into words.

Feeling the need to touch her, slowly, his hand came up to her face, his fingertips lightly grazing against her soft cheek. The touch was delicate.

He kissed her forehead and slowly pulled back.

"Hungry?" She nodded and he took her hand, leading her back into the house where the maids were busy cooking and cleaning. They had walked right past the kitchen to see them do so.

He led her to the large dining table, similar to the one at his parents house in size.

He pulled out a chair for her, letting her take her seat rhen pushing her in.

A maid came out with a couple plates and silverware, setting it all down neatly in front of the two of them.

It wasn't long before bowls of pasta with sauce smothered all over it. Plates of veggies were also passed around.

Her eyes gleamed at the delicious sight, licking her lips and quickly filling her plate up.

"Tonight," he spoke as he filled his plate up as well. "People will be here. I'd like it if you stayed in our room,"

"People?" She asked as she spun her fork in the pasta.

"Clients…per se. They rather late nights than early morning meetings,"

"O-Oh…okay," she took a bite of the creamy pasta, delighting her taste buds in the homemade taste. "I'll stay in our room then. I wouldn't want to disturb your meeting," she smiled after wiping her mouth.

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She hummed as she exited out of the shower, steam following her as she opened the glass door.

The mirror had been blurred from her steaming shower, and she quickly wiped it with her hand.

She dropped her towel, rummaging through the box on her left as she found her lotion and her blow dryer.

Her straight hair was short-lived, as her curled had returned after showering. She hadn't showered this morning so she could straighten it, and felt icky so she showered before heading to bed.

She lathered her body in the lotion, making sure to reach every part of her body so she could smell good and her skin be moisturized.

After doing so she slipped on her nightgown, a satin lavender colored night gown that reached about mid thigh.

She was nervous; it was her first night sleeping with a man. Her fiancé.

Although she wouldn't be falling asleep with him, she was still nervous about accidentally rolling over on him or try to cuddle him, as she was a bed-hogger.

But maybe it'll be alright, she tried not to think of all the negative possibilities and more of the positive ones.

Such as the other night.

Their kiss still remained on her mind after these past few days. It was the best kiss she had ever had, and it refused to leave her thoughts. Not that she wanted it to.

She hummed and exited the bathroom, heading to bed when she heard many voices coming from the downstairs area.

A few laughs and then muffled voices through the door.

She was curious in a way, wanted to know what this said meeting was about, but knew it probably wasn't a good idea. Especially considering the way she was dressed.

Maybe just a peak couldn't hurt.

She tiptoes towards the door, making sure to not let it creak and cracked said door open. The mansion was dark, besides a door down the hall at the very end, past the stairs that was lit up from under the door which was closed.

Her eyebrows furrowed, as the voices remained muffled, but she figured that's as big of a peak as she'd take for the night. She didn't want to go against Dante's wishes.

She closed the door back, turning to the bed where Zelda laid curled in a ball in the middle of the bed.

Ophelia leaned over, petting her fluffy pet before climbing into bed.

Her dress bunched up which she fixed, leaning over and flicking off the lamp which illuminated the room and rolling over to her cat.

"What do you think it's about, Zelda? Hm?" She stroked along her head, giving her a light kiss before turning back over and drifting off to sleep.