“Come in, mia bonita. Welcome.” Dr. Aldrich stepped aside and gently waved me in.
Well, mia bonita? To think that I almost freaked out when I called him love a day ago.
I took in the beauty that was spread before me. The huge room looked like something from a dream. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling, rose petals were scattered on the white bed, and there were two glasses and a bottle of wine on the table. A soft song was playing in the background, something slow and warm.
My heart softened.
The man was very romantic for his age, I must say. And if he was just trying, then he was doing it perfectly.
“What is the occasion? Are we celebrating something?” I asked, stepping inside slowly, taking in all the beauty and appreciating his efforts.
He stopped in front of me, and I looked
