He pointed at the ordinary piano in the corner.
" Go fetch that Steinway grand piano she's always been longing for. She adores that particular tone."
Then, his eyes landed on the common beverages on the table, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossing his gaze.
" She loves that specific vintage of champagne. Get it immediately and put it on ice."
He swept his eyes around the room and pointed at the empty wall.
"This is far too bare. Hang those abstract paintings she likes. She's bound to love those colors."
"Over there, in that open space, arrange her favorite blue irises. No pink ones. She's never been fond of pink."
"And the gifts, display all the ones I've carefully selected. Fill that shelf with them so she'll be greeted with a pleasant surprise the moment she opens her eyes."
