What Should Have Been

Part 51

The following day they spent laying around the hotel until it was time for them to head home. Connie moved towards the bathroom to begin getting ready when she noticed a note from Sam. As you've probably guessed by my being gone so long, I'm not making a call. Have a bath, take as long as you need and text me when you're out. I love you.

She smirked at the note placing it back down on the sink before running a hot bath and slipping into it. It was hard not to relax here with everything he had arranged for her. She couldn't quite believe how much things had changed. Connie had never seen any of this happening, being happy with Sam, being a family.

Sam sat downstairs in the small bar area happily waiting for Connie. Despite her thoughts they were heading home, he hadn't quite been entirely truthful about that. They were retuning to Holby, but there was one final stop before they truly returned home. Knowing she would be in the bath now he rushed back to the room, slipping inside quietly.

He heard the music playing from the bathroom and smiled seeing the door shut. Sam placed another note on the mirror before checking everything else was where he needed it to be. He grabbed their bags leaving the room once again.

Connie finally dragged herself from the confines of the warm water half an hour later, oblivious to anything that had been going on. She turned the music up before wrapping the towel around her body. Picking up her phone she pulled her contacts up to text Sam, getting a reply almost instantly as though he had been sat there waiting.

Head into the room and sit at the mirror, you'll know what to do next.

She frowned at his mysterious messages before looking into the bedroom. The lights had been dimmed and replaced by a few candles he had lit. She had no idea how he'd done it with her in the room, but somehow he continued to surprise her. Remembering the message she walked towards the mirror, sitting at the table.

Another note caught her attention. Please don't give up on this yet, I need you to use what I've left in the draw below. Frowning she nudged the draw open seeing her makeup bag in there with another note. Not that you need any of this. She laughed placing the bag down on the counter pushing her tongue into her cheek. He was leading her on a wild goose chase, but she liked it.

Connie began with drying her hair before realising their bags were no longer by the door, but a box instead. Rolling her eyes she picked it up, returning to the desk. Inside was her hair dryer and curlers that were in her bag.

She took her time in drying her hair before beginning to curl the naturally wavy strands. Pinning some of her hair back she let the curls fall loosely past her neck in places. Starting on her makeup, she only put on a small amount. Something about how Sam spoke to her made her feel more confident.

When she'd finished with her makeup she stood up glancing to the mirror. Turning to the bed she saw a small bag in the middle. Taking it she pulled out the lace nude underwear from within it with yet another note. I promise this isn't much longer... Put these on then go to the wardrobe. Looking up to the white doors her curiosity peaked.

Quietly she slipped the underwear on before moving across the room to open the door. A black clothing bag hung inside I hope you like it... written on a small note attached to the front. Taking it down from the wardrobe she unzipped the bag to reveal a long evening dress. A bold coral colour with a plunging back.

She had never seen anything quite like it, where Sam had found she honestly had no idea. Smiling to herself, she placed the bag down and took the dress from the hanger. She carefully pulled the material over her body, noticing the pearl like straps which held the dress up. Turning around, she noticed the entirety of her back on show and the tightness of the dress around her waist and other aspects of her body.

Rolling her eyes she realised she shouldn't have expected anything less from him. It fit perfectly however, and she looked to her reflection barely recognising the person staring back at her. From the desk her phone buzzed alerting her to a text. I didn't forget your shoes either, that would be an impossible mistake to make... Beside the balcony doors.

She then noticed the white box laying underneath the sheer white curtains, smartly disguised. Picking it up she opened the lid to a gorgeous pair of peep-toe white heels, cut out with lace patterns. Slipping the red soles onto her feet she stood back up looking into the mirror. The small jewellery box holding her bracelet sitting on the table. Picking it up, she placed the intricate chain around her wrist with a smile.

When she was finally finished, she picked up her phone wandering out of the door, only to be greeted by someone from the hotel. "Miss Chase?" She frowned before nodding as she took the white roses from him. Soon after he walked away leaving her standing alone in the corridor. Why would he have called her that? I wanted to start tonight properly, it might not make sense right now but I promise it will soon.

Reading the handwritten note she pushed her tongue into her cheek desperately trying to piece everything together but failed miserably. She walked towards the stairs, the roses in one hand while she lifted the front of her dress with the other. All of a sudden she became nervous as to what Sam was planning. Her hand running along the banister to help keep her steady.

Sam stood up, moving into the hallway as he saw her coming down the stairs. He couldn't pull his eyes from her as she descended from upstairs. She normally looked good, but he was lost for words at her appearance tonight.

Connie finally looked up noticing him watching her. "I'd ask what all this is but I feel like I'm not going to get an answer." He tilted his head sideways with a smirk. "Then you'd be right." She laughed letting him take her hand as he walked towards the entrance of the hotel. "So we are actually leaving?" "Yes, just we're not going home yet."

Sam opened the door for her as she got inside, mindful of the dress before Sam got in beside her. They started off down the road, Connie running over everything in her mind while Sam did the same. He continued driving, paying little attention to her as he kept focused knowing it would take the smallest slip to give this all away.