With a soft yellow sheen imparted by the setting sun over the city skyline, Joel prepared the dinner he’d made for Olivia. There were dainty china on the table under the candlelight flickering, projecting a dancing shadow in the room. The fruits of her favorite flowers decorated the center of the table, the beautiful colors making the scene a bit romantic.
Holding his breath methinks | No that’s a mistake. Nervous yet determined resolve giving way to hope that the work he had done would send out clear signals of his remorse and repentance for the intrusion.
Olivia’s eyes widened with surprise when she entered the room. She witnessed the romantic vibe, the flashes of candles and the meticulously prepared food with both wonder and fear.
"Darling, what is that all this?" Olivia inquired,
