A few moments later, the convertible purred to life and we were on our way.
"There's a reason why people have co-drivers, Law. If you've had even a sip of wine this evening..." I started.
"Trust me," he intoned in an amused voice.
"I don't trust your wallet. You could bribe every traffic officer between here and Tanzania without feeling a pinch," I whined. He laughed.
"Just to Tanzania?" he mocked.
"Speaking of your wallet, I can tell you that you've dropped a bundle on my makeup and this blind fold is not doing me any favors," I tried.
"You're stunning even without it," he said.
I crossed my arms and slumped down in my seat with a huff. He turned up the music and bumped up the speed a bit as he laughed at my expense.
I wasn't blind for long. The car stopped at a brightly lit place. Lawrence came round and opened my door. He ushered me out. The voices which had been slightly noisy burst into much louder chatter. I groaned. Nothing like making an entrance on Lawrence's arm in six inch heels with my sight blocked. The man had no mercy.
With an arm about my waist, Lawrence carefully guided me forward. He positioned me in front of something and stood behind me. He slowly eased off my blind fold.
"I was joking about the makeup. It's top shelf, fool proof stuff," I said as I anxiously waited for him to delicately undo the knot. His warm minty breath wafted down my shoulder as he laughed but he didn't change his pace.
"I know."
When the blind fold dropped away, the bright lights which had been previously dimmed exploded around my eyes and I had to blink a bit.
W.O.W
We were outside Twelfth Summer, one of SA's finest hotels. A red carpet stretched as far as the eye could see and valets lined up in the distance. A glass pedestal held a striking bottle of perfume. The back drop declared the name of the perfume: B. Elegant guests waited on the outskirts of the red carpet with smiles. National and international photo journalists called out while flash bulbs went off everywhere.
My eyes oscillated between the banner and the perfume bottle. My stomach rolled and my limbs tingled. Coincidence did exist but...
"What do you say, B?" Lawrence whispered, resting his arms at my hips.
My hand flew to my lips. He hadn't. He didn't. I fought to process the fact that Whisper Inc., Lawrence's multi-million fragrance company's long-anticipated fresh release was in front of me and it bore my nickname.
I executed a hair-thin spin on my heels and launched into his arms. Tears snuck down my cheeks as our lips met. He squeezed my waist and then gently wiped my cheeks. His warm hands framed my face as he drew away and smiled into my eyes. For several moments we didn't speak.
The raucous applause of the guests and the journalists' shouts fell away.
"This defines absolutely over the top," I said, trying to ease us out of the emotional moment.
"Anything for you," he whispered.
I hugged him tight as I feared for the heart he had wholly entrusted to me. We made our way to the red carpet where we spent close to ten minutes smiling and waving. Lawrence charmingly responded to the calls of as many journalists as he could by turning us in their different directions. There were calls for an encore for the kiss. I gulped. Lawrence teased the journalists and kissed my temple reassuringly as he guided us on down the carpet.
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