A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 24

November 18.

Friday.

8:00 PM.

That specific time and date is important to Mitchell and I. Today marks that our relationship lasted for 3 entire months already!

Tonight, we're celebrating by having a romantic dinner at the most expensive, fanciest restaurant in town called Royal Le Dîner (it serves French food), seeing the movie Midnight in Paris at the theater, and riding on a horse-drawn wagon as a way to get home.

"How do I look?" I ask Mitchell, dressed in my outfit I bought yesterday, twirling around to show off everything displayed on myself.

"Amazing," Mitchell says. "Alluring. Stunning. Beautiful." His lips quiver, his teeth click. I know that he is stammering, something he does when he's startled.

"Thanks," I beam.

After we say goodbye to our wonderful 3-month-old daughter and to my wonderful mother (she kindly agreed to watching her while we're out on the town), we plump ourselves in the car and Mitchell speeds off.

"Today will be a fun night," Mitchell says cheerfully.

"Hell yeah!" I say equally cheerfully.

At the French restaurant, we sit at a round table on the patio, and eat pork, onion soup, and Tarte Tatin which is a delicious apple desert.

After we finish eating the tasty meal, we hurry to the cinema, so we can catch the movie on time (it's 9:55 and the movie begins at 10:00).

We watch the movie, fully mesmerized by the plot, characters, and extremely good acting. Midnight in Paris is about a family that moves to Paris and their lives transform due to major events that occur there.

The movie ends at 10:45. We leave the cinema, simply awed by the movie.

"That was good," I say, adding emphasis to the 'good' word.

"I know right?!" Mitchell says, shaking his head in amazement.

"The horse-drawn wagon will be coming at 11:15, right?" I verify.

"Yes. It picks us up in East Dover." 

"All right, that's just a 5 minute drive." We're currently in West Dover.

"Yep."

As soon as we arrive at East Dover, the horse-drawn wagon arrives.

The wagon is painted a pearl white color. There are 2 horses; their fur is a black color and their manes are the whitest white I've ever seen color; and their eyes are pale blue. 

"Come on in, kids." The driver tells Mitchell and I, smiling. He's a friendly guy.

Mitchell and I get in the back of the wagon. The wooden seats are covered with light blue cushions so that people can be comfortable white sitting on them. Once we sit down, the wagon takes off, trotting down the road. 

Because the wagon can't interfere with the cars and such, we drive on the isolated backroads. 

The ride is fun but relaxing. Mitchell and I hold hands during the ride. We stare at the dark, star night sky.

At promptly 11:45, we're home.

"That was such a magical night," I say as Mitchell and I walk into the house.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it, babe." He plants a kiss on my lips.

"Thanks, Mitch, for asking me to be your girlfriend 3 months ago."

"Thanks, Cassie, for agreeing to be my girlfriend 3 months ago."

"Thanks for being the best boyfriend to me ever and thanks for being the best dad to Lorraine ever."

"Thanks for being the best girlfriend to me ever and thanks for being the best mom to Lorraine ever."

Mitchell and I kiss again for the 100th time during our entire relationship.

I hear Lorraine let out a loud, bloodcurdling scream from the living room.

Alarmed, Mitchell and I rush into the living room.

We find Lorraine lying in the play pen. And we find Mom lying on the floor, unconscious.