Parrotts, Eh?
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Parrott's was transformed. It looked like Lawrence Llywelln Bowin
(The Poofy Guy with Long Hair From Changing Rooms), had spent the
weekend there. There was a table sat in the middle of the room set
for two, candles, drapes and flowers were arranged around the table
and on most of the walls. Seductive music was playing in the
background. Dante had rushed off and was now back in his tuxedo that
he had worn on valentines. Dante gave the ambassador a big friendly
hug to say thank you almost killing the poor man. Now all that
was left was to wait for Aurora.
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Aurora ran a hand through her hair as she stepped into Parrotts. As
her eyes took in her surroundings, she gasped. *This isn't
Parrotts...* she thought, staring around in surprise.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Dante whispered in Aurora's ear, taking her by
surprise. She turned to look at him.
"This IS Parrott's, right?" she asked, looking at the table in the
middle of the room. Dante nodded. He then stepped in front of her,
and walked off to the table. Instead of sitting down, he stood beside
a seat. Aurora walked to the opposite seat and was again, surprised
to find Dante walking round to her chair. He pulled it out, and
said "Care to take a seat, Madam?" Aurora graciously sat. Dante
returned to the opposite side and sat down.
"Wine?" he offered, pouring himself a glass of white wine before
pausing above Aurora's glass. She nodded, and he poured her a glass.
"Look, I'm really sorry for the other night. I was a bit... Y'know,
and seeing you like that gave me the wrong impression." Dante
blushed. Aurora couldn't remember Dante blushing before, but she took
it as a good thing and nodded once more.
"In a way, it's my fault. I'd just got out of the shower, and I was
just chilling. Plus, I couldn't find my clothes..." she began, but
was cut off by Dante.
"It's not your fault at all, hon. It's mine. I was too forward. I
should've seen your note about the shower. I was just... Stupid. Can
you forgive me?"
Dante and Aurora's eyes met across the table. Aurora broke the gaze,
to stare at the beautiful tablecloth. She sighed. *I hate being the
bad guy..* she thought, before looking at Dante again.
"I forgive you."
"Thanks." With that, Dante kissed her over the table. "Now, what do
you want for dinner?"
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