Jasmine had set the table on their private balcony with a white table cloth. She placed down the napkins and silverware for two. The food would be brought up shortly once Phil arrived. Jasmine walked quickly to the mirror and made sure her dress still looked good. She had bought a little black dress that had spaghetti straps and a single slit that ran from knee to mid thigh on the right side. She had curled her hair and pinned it half up. She smoothed her dress once more before she walked away from the mirror. Jasmine walked over and dimmed the lights and lit the candles. The candles were around the room, a couple on the dresser, one on each night stand and a few in the bathroom. Nerves started creeping up into her stomach. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would forgive her or if they wo
