Chapter 3
Opening the door, George reveals a room, lit brightly by what must be hundreds of decorating lights. You gasp as you look around. There's music playing through speakers also.
"It's beautiful." You say. George smiles, still silent, and steps back for you to walk in.
"What is this for?" You ask, turning to him.
"Remember when you told me about that year you were really sick? In and out of the hospital and such?" He says and you nod, what a terrible time. Still no one knows what was wrong with you.
"Well you told me that you had missed prom, something you'd always wanted to attend. If you look back there," He continues, pointing behind you to a small room
"You'll find a dress. I'll meet you here in fifteen." He turns to head to the other room. You walk to the door, flip the switch and nearly faint. It was the exact antique dress you had described to George. The one you'd always dreamed of wearing to the dance.
You sit for a moment, allowing a few tears to fall before collecting yourself. You freshen up your makeup and fix your hair before sliding on the dress. You pause for a minute, observing yourself in the mirror. Your heart swells when you think of how thoughtful George really is. You take a breath and open the door back up. You see George in a tux, looking even more gorgeous than he already does. He's looking at his hands, fiddling with a corsage. You clear your throat quietly and he looks up.
He opens his mouth to speak, and made a move to take a step towards you but stopped in his tracks. You spin, it takes him five minutes before he can form any words or make any movement.
"You are beyond breathtaking." He whispers as he finally steps toward you and slips the corsage on your wrist. You smile.
"Is that the cologne I bought you?" You ask and he smiles.
"It's my favorite." He says as he pulls you close, moving your hands around his neck, placing his on your hips. You look into each others eyes, slowly swaying to the music. George pulls you in for a kiss. You put your head on his chest, he's too tall for you to reach his shoulder. You dance late into the night, wishing for nothing more.
