Wild Card

A Scribble

When one of the singer's bodyguards saw the older blonde walking down the small hallway towards apartment's­­­ door, he quickly opened it.

He offered the actress a small smile, "Miss Swift said to let you in when you arrived, she's not here at the moment."

"Oh, well thank you," she responded before entering, quickly closing the door behind her.

Dianna wondered were Taylor could have gone, after all they were supposed to be leaving soon for her pre-birthday celebration. She tried dialing Taylor's phone but the singer didn't answer. Dianna sighed and made her way towards the kitchen, deciding to wait there for her girlfriend. There, she found Olivia was slowly eating food out of her bowl.

"Hey Dibbles," she said, leaning down to pet the small ball of fur, "do you know where Taylor is?"

The cat simply stared at her expressionless before yawning.

"And, I'm talking to a cat," Dianna said to herself, standing back up, "I'm turning into Taylor."

She quietly laughed at the idea, shaking her head lightly. The younger girl was definitely one to shamelessly talk to her cats as if they understood her, sometimes Dianna thought that they just might.

As the actress turned towards the counter, she noticed a folded, light blue piece of paper laying on it, her name scribbled on the front. A note from Taylor, no doubt.

Dianna,

First of all, happy early birthday.

Second of all, you might be wondering where it is that I am, and, well, I can't tell you that. But what I can tell you is that upstairs in my room I left you a dress that has your name written all over it. You might want to consider wearing it. You might also want to consider going downstairs where a car might be waiting for you to take you to a Top Secret Location. Just something to consider.

Thirdly, if you decide to take my advice, I'll see you soon.

Taylor.

Dianna was smiling from ear to ear as she finished reading the letter, her love for the younger girl multiplying by a thousand. And they say romance is dead.

She quickly ran up the stairs to the singer's room; laying on the bed was a black dress that reached her knees with open panels on the side. The perfect amount of demure and sexy. Taylor was right, the dress was perfect for her.

As promised, a car was waiting for her when she reached the lobby. She quickly entered the car, greeting the driver before they set of. Throughout the whole ride, Dianna was bursting with excitement, her happiness making her forget all the doubts she'd been having lately. With the model back in Taylor's life, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She trusted Taylor, and knew she would never cheat on her, but she couldn't help but think that the singer still had feeling for the model and she was just the rebound. But now, as she watched the city pass by, approaching a disclosed location and wearing a dressed that showed just how much Taylor knew her, all those doubts disappeared and were replaced with a new found optimism. Maybe, just maybe, Taylor did love her.

It was seven when the car finally came to a halt, Dianna instantly recognizing her surroundings: Central Park.

"Miss Swift said to tell you to follow that trail, that you'll know when to stop," the driver told the actress as he open her door.

Dianna smiled at him before taking off in the direction he had pointed. She didn't encounter anyone on her walk, she guessed not many people were at the park this late. After walking for about five minutes, she came across a bench with a red and white checkered mantel, a picnic basket on top of it. Next to the basket was bucket full of ice holding a bottle of champagne.

As she approached the table she noticed a single white rose laying on the table. Dianna sat down on the sit in front of the rose, taking in its scent.

The blonde smiled to herself, everything was perfect, from the picnic, to the Christmas lights hanging from the tress above, to the color of the sky. Taylor had truly outdone herself.

At the thought, she wondered just were the singer was...

N/A: Short chapter here, I wanted to wait until I wrote the next chapter to post this, but I hate stockpiling, I love 'live' feedback too much for that.  The next chapter should get pretty interesting. Also, the next 8 chapters are now planned out, so I know something you guys don't. HA! As always, thanks for the votes and the comments :). Xx.