Branch One Hundred and Ninety Two

She was not a fan of fictional stories or movies but she like almost every other girl had the fantasy of a man doing something extravagant for them. She knew what those fictional female leads felt like when they were served breakfast in bed all of a sudden, she now knew the feeling.

She understood in the blink of an eye what it felt like to have flowers delivered to you first thing in the morning. Her stomach turned and excitement and she could not keep her smile down.

"Okay then finish up breakfast and freshen up, I have to make a quick office call," he said before excusing himself.

If she had been treated like this ever since she proposed impulsive marriage to him, then she would have been deeply in love with him.

"Okay," she murmured as she watched his back retreat. She took the pillow she had used to support her head all night and used it to cover up her face and screamed into it.

It felt surreal, like a dream she did not want to wake up from. At this point, she is tempted to