It was a bright and sunny Friday morning. Birds were seen chirping happily as they flew fromnest to nest in their endless search of food.Celine stood before the dressing mirror in her room examining herself. She just turned 19 theweek before. She notices she has gained some pounds in the right places. She ran her fingersthrough her hair and placed them on her hips afterward.She moved to a shelf on the wall that held some of her awards.At 18, Celine had recorded nine French albums and won numerous Felix and Juno awardswhich is the Canadian equivalent of a Grammy Award. She recalled the moment of victory asshe held one of the awards and the René. She knew she owed him everything she had andeverything she had become.She placed the award back on the dusty shelf and went downstairs to eat breakfast.Just before she sat to eat, the doorbell rang. Celine stood up to get the door. It was a florist. Heheld a bunch of blooming red roses on one hand and a signing book with a pen on the otherhand.The flowers were simple but profoundly beautiful and decidedly rare. The rich red color wasirresistible and it had a lovely fragrance that would make anyone want to stay around it. Thegreen stems held together with a decorative brown paper were as fragile as glass. Itsglimmering petals stood out."Good morning ma'am," He said with a bright look on his face. "I brought these for Celine," hesaid, stretching out the flowers to Celine."Oh... Hi... Good morning!" Celine said as she struggled to take her eyes off the scarletaesthetic plant."I'm Celine" she finally said after minutes of staring at the flowers in admiration.She signed the paper, thanked the florist, and shut the door.She loved roses and red ones are her favorite. Only someone close could have sent them toher. She wondered who it was. It wasn't her birthday neither was it Valentine's Day. Was it asecret admirer? She couldn't think of anyone.
A note dropped from the flowers as she took them closer to her nose for some deep inhalation.She dropped the Roses on the dining table and bent down to pick up the note.She opened the note and it read:"Hello, beautiful...I got you Roses, your favorite.They are red because your beauty makes them blush.Be reminded of how special you are.Dinner at 8 pm at your favorite Italian restaurant"Love.René"Celine couldn't believe her eyes. It felt like one of her numerous daydreams. René came back.She read the note countless times as tears trickle down her red cheeks in excitement. Onceagain in a year, Celine felt ecstatic. She was too happy to eat. She grabbed the flowers from thetable and rushed upstairs to her room.Therésè came out of her hideout. She had been watching the scene through the window in thegarden behind the house. Therésè spent most of her free time watering her half-withered plantsthat have stopped growing as a result of nutrients deficiency.She was happy about the flowers Celine received. Perhaps she moved on and forgot aboutRené, or maybe not. She wanted to ask who it was that sent those beautiful roses but hesitated."The truth will reveal itself with time" she muttered under her breath. She returns to the gardenand continues to water the plants.Celine couldn't contain her excitement. She couldn't wait for 8 pm. She was going to revisit herfavorite lounge after a year.The restaurant which was only two streets from her house was owned by Italians. It's beenrunning for decades and a lot of people trust them not only for their mouth-watering dishes butfor the experience they give to their customers.Celine ransacked her closet in search of a perfect dinner gown. She finally saw a black shinygown she wore on one of her awards nights.
Perfect!" She said as she held the gown high while she looked at it.She sets it aside as she goes back to her flowers. She thought of how she longed to be inRené's arms. He was always in her heart. She always felt him by her side even though theywere miles away from each other.Celine didn't wait until dusk before she started getting ready for the dinner date. She was carefulabout every detail, from her hairdo and makeover to her shoes and purse.Her mom notices her mood. She wondered what triggered so much happiness."Honey, you seem excited," she said as she walked into Celine's room."Going out?" She asked when she noticed the gown Celine picked on the bed."Yes, mom," Celine said. "It's a dinner date""Oh, my""You've been seeing someone?" Therésè asked as she let her curiosity come alive."Not really, mom" Celine replied as she tried to tidy up her closet."Ok, My Princess. Have fun, Honey. Don't be out late" Therésè said as she left the room.In no time, Celine was all dressed up for the dinner date. She looked stunning. She took aglance at the mirror, tilted sideways, and finally placed her hands on her hips as she admiredher curves."Oops", she cried as she noticed she was missing the best part of her outfit and there it was, aslifeless as can be, lying on her dressing table. The necklace René got her when she turned 18.She had taken it off the day before when she went cycling for the first time in a while.She wore the diamond necklace and took a second look at herself in the mirror.If beauty were time, Celine would be eternity. She looked ravishing in that black shiny eveninggown. She once stole the red carpet at a gala night a few months back. Celine had a reputationfor making heads turn at events. She was such a beauty to behold.It was almost 8 pm. Celine hurried out as soon as she noticed. She couldn't wait to meet Renéthat evening.
