CHAPTER 13
HIS SAPPHIRE AND HER DIAMOND
The following day, I prepared and planned everything about my beloved Zia's birthday. I want her to celebrate the most memorable one as if she had never experienced it before. But how? Since she is always provided by everyone who loves her enormously. How could I even top Irin, her best friend, Mrs. Meride, or even Ivan? However, I still want to provide her the most mesmerizing gift and time. I know that it might not cover the time her sweet sixteen that I caused the torment, and it has been engraved in her heart ever since. I just wish and have a tiny hope that I can encrust or shield that haunting fright this time.
After dinner, I asked Ivan for advice, more likely begging and a bit of threats. He gave some good quality places that suited her overall tastes; the food, theme, and location. I want to be perfect. I have already made the reservation for tonight at 7:30, and before that, I needed to turn Serafinne's beautiful garden into more of a beauty attraction to Zia's preference before I pick her up at school. I ordered the shade of red of peonies and white ones to put all around, covering the green yard, even the front porch and back, and all the balconies left, and right in every corner I have visited and seen. The challenge I faced wasn't about where to put it, where to decorate it, or how to make it wonderful. The real challenge was Della, her maid. I had to get past her so I could get in her room, to be honest. I could just climb up there, but it was hard to take more than a thousand flowers up there, and no one noticed me. It took some time to convince her to get me in. Her eyes were wide after seeing the gift I had layered around. She couldn't say no to that, but it took me hours and hours to finish decorating in her room. Della smiled while helping downstairs. She saw me once when I picked her up at the house to take her to Meride's dinner. After I finished the art, I tried for the first time. I was very proud of myself and repeatedly imagined my Zia seeing this. I couldn't help but smile like a crazy man in love.
At 6:30, I am in front of the hospital. She texted me that she needed to do the last shift and had a special farewell party for herself. I wait for her in a dark navy suit. I dress quite neatly, significantly today. It's a fucking special occasion for sure.
I breathe out, caring no shits about the surrounding that bugging my nerves. I can't stand still thinking about to impress her. This is going to turn out right, right. I planned and just need to run through the process. That's it. I need to calm down. I'm always calm.
Oh, fuck,
Zia walks out from the entrance like a goddamn goddess. Her light blue dress shines through her silhouette as she steps down the stairs. That fucking dress compliment her soft hourglass figure pretty damn well. Her hair is pulled up, and seeing her smooth neck makes me want to cover it with my hand.
She approaches me one last step and turns around to let me admire the real beauty in front of my eyes. She shows me her bare skin on her back and turns to see me with a sweet smile.
I'm blown away, and I can't even breathe right now.
I fall for her again and again.
I raise my hands gently and hold hers, "Can I kiss you?" I ask,
She chuckles, steps closer, and looks up at me, "I miss you, too." she says, and she tips her toes and gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek. "You are so handsome," she says as her blue gaze is on mine,
"For you, my—" she interrupts my speech by kissing my lips. Oh fuck, "ha…" I hold her body tighter and closer to my body. I should not devour her at this time—not before our first real dinner. But I can't stop my lips and tongue, "I don't—want to ruin your lipstick." I say breathly. "People are watching," I say,
"I don't mind," she says, as her lips are messy beautifully in raspberry shade.
I smile, "You're making me feel like it's my birthday, heh," she gives me her sensual doll eyes, begging for something more. "You make me crazy right now." I pause, "You're going to be an appetizer…" I hold her up and put her on the passenger seat. "and surely my dessert." I whisper in her ears, get myself in the car, and start the engine. I look at her one more time, her messy lips making me want to touch and taste her right here, right now. Fuck, I need to fucking calm down for real. "We have the dinner to attend first…that's a plan…follow the plan," I murmur.
I'm taking her on a real date, dining, and drinking in public. The nerve-racking part is the lady in front of me, beside me. It's so unreal to me that she exists in this world, not just that she's living along with my existence, that it's impossible to feel and grasp the real magic as if it were happening to me at this moment.
It might sound cliche, feel cliche, but I wish to be with her in every moment until I die and lay down under the grave. I know myself that I would die with a smile on my face. And if the reincarnation was real, I would be anything, anything, just be alongside. I could be a dog; I could be careless. Just let me be in her existence. Perhaps we might end up together in another universe as well. It's a new timeline or the old-time one. My soul is truly and completely stuck and binds with her. I'll follow her everywhere. I promise.
I drive her to the lake, where I forced her to be here that night. She didn't know who I was then, but she could feel my presence or—not, but I'll mend that forceful situation to be a real romantic one. I hope.
We stroll alongside the lake, watching the glitter of moonlight reflection on the dark blue surface. We see several swans. While we hold hands like the first stage of dating, but no, we are far past most of those stages, except for one particular stage—sex. I wanted to be romantic enough for her. I wanted her to feel my love as we were bonding. I didn't want to force her, for several times I had opportunities. I need her emotions to be perfectly aligned with me so we can make it ours.
Then I swing her gently and slowly, making her turn around as I try to make the concrete path a dance floor. She smiles and chuckles from time to time. I bring her body closer and hold her tight.
What a perfect scenery for tonight.
And I turn her body around once more, her sight facing the lake and swan couples. I take the blue velvet box and pull out the necklace that I ordered a month before. It's specially crafted for my requirements. I put on her neck from behind.
"Ha," she gasps, and her body is frozen momentarily.
The silver necklace features a sapphire and diamond attached to each other. I wear it behind her back and hug them as he moves slowly, swinging and dancing while the swan couples witness us under the warmth of the winter night.
If it was a ring, it must have been a proposal.
But it doesn't mean it ain't it.
"So it reminds you that you're taken," I say in her ear.
"Hehe," she chuckles,
"Your body is mine. Your lips are mine…you are mine…" I hold her so tight, "this smell is also mine," I say, sniffing deeply inside her neck. "and it reminds you that I am here with you…even though we're apart,"
Then, I can feel her happy smile fading. "Don't say that…I don't like that idea…being apart from you," she says softly,
I hug her even tighter and kiss her neck, "I'm sorry. Please don't take it off," I say softly,
"I won't. I promise," she says,
"I'll be waiting for you, my Zia…when you're graduate…I will properly…" she turns to look at me instantly, "I want your father's permission," I say,
"That's—" she is very amazed, and I hope it's positive.
I hold her face. "So I'll wait," I say calmly, gently rubbing her pinkish snow cheeks. " Until that time comes, please, my baby, don't take it off," I beg with my eyes and a serious, deep voice.