Beth’s eyes were tinted with a slight blue eye shadow and surrounded by a thin line of eyeliner. She didn’t bother with mascara, nor lip gloss. She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with her handiwork. She turned to the dress and pulled it on, making sure it didn’t touch her makeup. She grinned at the sight of herself, feeling beautiful.
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” she said as she twisted her hair up off her shoulders. Short tendrils escaped their bonds, falling down the back of her neck in tight curls.
The door opened and Robert froze at the sight of her, in the middle of doing up his cufflinks.
“You look... amazing,” he whispered, making her blush.
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Such a shame you’re only going to be wearing it for a matter of hours.” The nonchalance in his voice contradicted his words but Beth knew it was a promise. She couldn’t help but return his cheeky smile. “You ready to go?”
“Just about,” she nodded.
“We’ll leave in five minutes then.”
He tore his eyes away from her and went downstairs, shrugging a suit jacket on.
Beth opened the wardrobe again and looked through the shoes. She found a pair of elegant black heels. She slipped them on, glanced at herself in the mirror one more time and followed Robert down the stairs.
He smiled again when he saw her. He pulled her to him and kissed her quickly.
“I love you,” he whispered, playing with the loose strands of her hair.
“I love you too,” she replied, smiling.
He took her hand and led her out of the house, switching off all the lights as he shut the door. He sat her in the car and got in beside her. Beth bit her lip with excitement and anticipation.
“You going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked.
“Nope. Not until we get there.” He grinned crookedly.
Beth’s lips twisted as she tried to hide her smile but it broke out anyway. She shook her head and turned to the window. The sun was beginning to set and she bit her lip with excitement.
The drive took twenty minutes and was completed in silence, the anticipation hanging in the air. When Robert stopped the car, he got out and opened her door, helping her out. He handed the car keys to a man dressed in uniform that gave him a numbered ticket and got into the car.
“How posh is this place you’ve brought me to?” Beth asked warily.
“Quite,” he said, grinning. “Don’t worry, if Isabella fits in here, you definitely will.”
“What do you mean?”
“Isabella brought me here once, not long after it opened a couple of years ago. Now, in we go.”