The click of the door pulled me out of sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. Outside the window, the sun was setting. Its warm rays softly illuminated the room, filling it with an incredible sense of coziness.
And right in the middle of that beautiful picture appeared Apollo himself.
He was bathed in golden light, his figure looking almost unreal. A smile spread across my face. My Apollo smiled back and held out a huge bouquet of red roses.
“Maxim,” I breathed, enchanted.
“Vera, how about a romantic evening—just the two of us? I brought dinner from the best restaurant in town.”
“With pleasure,” I beamed.
“Then be so kind as to leave this room for a while.”
How could I possibly disobey him? Our gazes met, and sweet anticipation shimmered in both. Of course I would leave. I, too, h
