Demi’s pov
The room was dimly lit but I could see chairs had been pushed to the side to create the space in the center.
There was a wide candle-lit table In the middle with two chairs facing each other, a vase of pretty flowers, and empty plates on the sides with other covered ones on the expanse of the table.
"Do you like it?" I heard him as I stared at the table wondering what I did to deserve such nice treatment.
"Yes." I nodded immediately pinching myself slightly to see if it wasn't a dream, “I do!”
"And how about this?" A bunch of roses came into view and he brandished them playfully before me, "Where I come from, women receive flowers as pretty as them."
"Thank you, Dmitri." I collected the roses with my good hand, "No one has ever gotten me flowers."
"That will change now."
