Perfectly Arranged

-44- Day 10

[Day 10]

Third Person's pov 

Becky entered the house and it's 2:00 in the afternoon. The first thing Becky noticed was the bright yellow Post-it note stuck to her bedroom door. It read, in Freen's familiar messy handwriting:

 "Follow the clues, Becky! It's time for an adventure : ) " A blush warmed her cheeks. Freen was always full of surprises, and this felt different, more intimate, more...romantic.

She peeled off the note and found a small, intricately folded origami crane perched on her bedside table. It held a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, she read:

 "Where the sun kisses the floor, a treasure awaits, a clue to explore."

Becky's eyes darted around the room, landing on a patch of sunlight that danced across her wooden floorboards. She knelt down, carefully lifting a loose floorboard. Beneath it, nestled in a small velvet pouch, was a miniature compass, its needle spinning wildly.

"Okay, Freen," Becky whispered, her heart beating faster. "This is getting exciting, to admit. " 

Following the compass, she navigated through the house, each room holding a new clue, a new challenge. A riddle hidden in the pages of her favorite book, a cryptic message scrawled on a dusty mirror, a hidden key tucked inside a potted plant. Each step led her closer to the garden, the air growing thick with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, and the anticipation building within her.

Finally, she reached the garden gate, a small, ornate keyhole glinting in the afternoon sun. The compass, now pointing directly at the keyhole, vibrated slightly. Becky slipped the key she had found in the potted plant into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the gate swung open.

The garden was a riot of color and life. Flowers of every imaginable hue bloomed in vibrant clusters, butterflies flitted between fragrant blossoms, and the air hummed with the gentle buzz of bees. But what truly stopped Becky's breath was the sight in the center of the garden: a small, candlelit gazebo, draped in shimmering white fabric, with a single, velvet armchair placed inside.

As she approached, a soft melody began to play, a sweet, lilting tune that seemed to emanate from the very air itself.

Then, a figure emerged from behind a trellis of blooming roses. Freen, her eyes sparkling with a tenderness that made Becky's heart skip a beat, stood in a flowing, white longsleeves and white slacks, a single white rose tucked behind her ear.

"Becky," she whispered, her voice soft and melodious. "Welcome to my little sanctuary. I hope you enjoyed the journey. Can I sing a song for you? 

Becky was speechless. The whole thing, the clues, the garden, the gazebo, it was all so incredibly romantic and intimate. She had never felt so special, so cherished.

"Freen," she finally managed, her voice choked with emotion, "this is...beautiful. Thank you, and yes, I would love to. " 

Freen smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "It's just a small way to show you how much you mean to me, Becky. Now, come, sit with me."