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Demi’s pov

The room was dimly lit but I could see chairs had been pushed to the side to create the space in the center.

There was a wide candle-lit table In the middle with two chairs facing each other, a vase of pretty flowers, and empty plates on the sides with other covered ones on the expanse of the table.

"Do you like it?" I heard him as I stared at the table wondering what I did to deserve such nice treatment.

"Yes." I nodded immediately pinching myself slightly to see if it wasn't a dream, “I do!”

"And how about this?" A bunch of roses came into view and he brandished them playfully before me, "Where I come from, women receive flowers as pretty as them."

"Thank you, Dmitri." I collected the roses with my good hand, "No one has ever gotten me flowers."

"That will change now." His smile grew seeing how Elated I was, “I would spoil you with flowers if it will keep your gorgeous face lit up.”

I brought them to my nose, inhaling the scent. They were fresh and dewy teasing my senses