Everything is ready.
The wine is ice cold, the lasagna in the oven smells delicious. The flowers in the vases look perky and also the pedals on the floor and bed seem to be waiting for her arrival. I dressed completely in black, I know this style suits me very well.
From the terrace I look into the long street where she should appear. And I am not disappointed. I already recognize her car on the distant highway, when she turns into the street the shutters of car lamps open straight, a sign that she is driving with full bright light. My smile leads her down the street to our garage, which she opens with the remote.
My heart is pounding like crazy, I've been waiting for this evening for weeks. I know she feels obligated to take care of Danner, so I'm not arguing with her about that. But I
