"I love the idea," I confess.
Stepping out into the garden, I admire the huge pool and the landscaping work outside. Lucas leads me to a covered area where a table is perfectly decorated as if today were February 14th. The bucket for chilling the champagne bottle is located on the side of the table, just like in luxury restaurants. A metal trolley with our dinner elegantly covered is on the other side, so it doesn't get cold.
"May I?" he asks, pushing the chair aside so that I can sit down.
I take a seat on the chair slowly, and then he goes over to the champagne bottle to open it.
"Have you prepared all this?" I ask in amazement and smile.
With a bit of help, but yes," he confesses.
"And are we alone?" I inquire, looking around me.
"Tonight, it's just you and me," he says, staring
