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[bright_burning]

It was a single red rose, date and time tied onto the stem. Slipped into her mailbox and that was a pleasant surprise, really, and a welcome one (she won't tell him, but she saved the rose and it's in a vase on the table, now, shedding petals).

So she got herself dressed up and, just for him, twisted her hair up into an elegant knot. It took nearly

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[_to_the_bone]

He comes in his car, in a suit, and steps out onto the pavement with a 'damn, I'm lucky' grin.

"My dear."

[bright_burning]

The suit looks good on him, she thinks. Makes him look distinguished.

"My lord," she says, and dips a low curtsy.

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He bows in return, then steps back to look her over again.

"You're a vision."

[bright_burning]

"I put my hair up," she says, and sounds way too proud of this simple fact.

"And you look quite handsome, really."