Scott took my hand and led me inside.
The Blues was like a typical restaurant, a receptionist straight ahead with eight tables each on the either sides of the restaurants. The red coloured curtains were drawn, giving the customers their privacy.
Scott walked towards the receptionist, "Welcome to The Blues."
"Thanks... We have a reservation here under the name of Scott Taylor." Scott said.
She looked at her computer and back at Scott and me, her eyes lingered a little bit more towards me, giving me a knowing smile. "Yes, we do."
She picked up her telephone and said, "Hello, I need the package under the name of Mr. Scott Taylor brought up to the front desk right now."
I looked at Scott confused and asked, "What package?"
"It's a surprise..." He said and winked at me.
"You guys look so cute together!" The receptionist exclaimed, with a dreamy sigh.
"I tell her that every time... she doesn't believe me!" Scott said, nudging me. He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it.
I looked at him and blushed.
The receptionist looked at me, "You're so lucky!"
I would had said something, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from Scott, who was still staring at me as if there was no one else in the room.
He lowered my hand from his lips, "No, ma'am... I'm the lucky one." He said, without taking his eyes off me.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see a waiter carrying two large black boxes. He handed it to the receptionist. She inspected the boxes and held them forward one box for me and one for Scott.
I looked up at Scott in confusion.
The receptionist turned to me and said, "You can use the empty room on the right," she gestured to the door on her right. "And you on the left," she said to Scott.
"Thanks..." He said to her.
"What's this?" I asked Scott.
"Go inside the room and open it..." He winked and nudged me forward.
I entered the said room with the box in my hand. Entering the room, I noticed that this was a locker room, probably of the employees. I sat on one of the chairs nearby and inspected the box and opened it.
I slowly picked up the items inside the box and looked at it. There were three items:
1. A black and baby pink coloured cocktail dress. It had a sweetheart neckline with black colour till the waist and baby pink coloured flowy skirt downwards. It had some diamond around the waist, and its length would have been approximately slightly above my knees.
2. Black suede ankle strap platforms with a four inch heel.
3. A hanging soft pink pearl earrings.
Holy Shit! They looked so expensive!
I quickly took off my clothes one by one and started wearing the items brought by Scott. Just as I was wearing the earrings, I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's me, Katrina." a timid voice said.
"Katrina?" I asked confused.
"Oh um... the receptionist," Katrina said.
"Oh... wait a minute." I quickly unlocked the door.
She peeked in and entered the room and locked it.
"Wow! You look amazing! Mr. Taylor's so gonna drool when he sees you..." She complimented, sincerely.
I smiled at her compliments. "Thank you! So I better get going... he's probably waiting for me outside!" I turned to leave when I heard her yell, "Wait!"
I raised my eyebrows questioningly. She held up one finger, gesturing to give her one minute and ran off to a locker at the corner.
She returned with a box, which she carries towards me.
"Um... I'm a make-up artist, I just work here part-time. Do you mind if I do your make-up?" She hesitated.
"Do you mean to say I don't look good enough?" I asked to her, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh um... no... I didn't mean that... it's.. er..." She stuttered.
"Hey, it's okay... I was just joking." I smiled at her. She hesitated a little but smiled back. "I would love if you'd do my make-up!"
Her smiles widened.
"Wait! Don't you have to work?" I asked her.
"No. My shift just ended."
She made me sit on the chair while she started with my face. After few minutes, she did my hair.
After a minute or two, she pulled away from my hair and exclaimed, "Done!"
I smiled at her and walked towards the washroom in the locker room itself, to see myself in the mirror. As soon as I saw my reflection, I gasped. My eyes widened.
Katrina turned towards me and grimaced, "I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I mean, I haven't still finished my beauty course. Damn it! I'm so sorry-"
I turned and held my hand over her mouth and said, "Stop talking for a minute and listen. You are freaking amazing! I mean, its unbelievable! You're really talented!"
I looked at myself in the mirror again, Katrina had done an amazing job. I had a light pink and black smoky eye, which made my brown eyes pop out, with mascara and black eye liner. A pink blush on my cheeks, with pink lip gloss. She contoured my face, with such a skill that made my cheekbones look more defined.
She outdid my naturally wavy hair and my unnatural red hair, by pulling some of my hair in a loose bun so that half of my hair is up while the rest is spread evenly across my shoulder, with some strands of hair on either side of my face, and my bangs falling on my forehead.
Damn, I looked good!
I looked back at Katrina and smiled, "You are gonna be really famous one day!"
She frowned and shrugged, "Yeah, well... my beauty course is going nowhere. Plus I haven't done a single person's make-up in two years. I don't see... me being famous possible any more."
I opened my mouth to reply, when there was a knock on the door.
When, neither me or Katrina made a move to open the door, someone knocked again.
"Where are you, my Juliet? Your Romeo's waiting for you..." The voice came from the door.
I giggled and mouthed 'Scott' to Katrina. She giggled too.
Smiling, I walked towards the door, and yelled, "I'm coming for you, my Romeo..." I heard Katrina giggle.
I opened the door and my breath caught as I saw Scott in a black tuxedo with a black shirt underneath, his hair messy, just the way I like it, and black dress shoes, his eyes slowly roamed over my body, checking me out.
When his gaze returned to me, I saw his blue eyes darkened and filled with heat.
I shivered inwardly. He slowly took a step closer to me. My brain told me to 'Run', 'Do something', but I couldn't move my feet like I couldn't pull my eyes away from his intense stare or the heated look in his eyes.
He came closer to me until our toes touched each other. He took his left hand and held it around my waist pulling and lifting me closer so that our chests' were pressed against each other. My breathing accelerated. He took his right hand and held my left hand in his and brings it to his mouth, slowly kissing each of my knuckles, his eyes never leaving me. My eyes turned to his perfectly kissable lips.
My heartbeat accelerated. I'm pretty even he could've heard my loud heartbeats. He took my hand from his lips and placed it over his shoulder. My hand slowly made way to the back of his head, running my fingers over his soft hair. He closed his eyes and made a noise in approval. Opening his eyes, he brought his right hand to my face, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. His hands softly caressed my cheek, I slowly closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, savouring the feel of his hands on me.
His thumb brushed the outline of my lower lip. I felt his face move closer to me, so close that I could feel his breath on me. I opened my eyes to see his lips few inches from mine. But he didn't make a move forward.
I looked him in eyes, wondering why did he stop. He looked back at me concerned, as if he's asking for my permission, wondering if I'm all right with it.
I slowly made my way closer to his lips, giving him all the permission he needs. I saw his lips curve into a smile and he tilted his face, his lips coming closer and closer to me, our lips attracted towards each other like magnet, until...
"Get a room!" Someone shouted at us.
Ever had a dream that your crush is bout to kiss you and then someone pours cold water all over you to wake you up...
Yeah, it felt like that...
We both pulled back immediately.
Oh my God! I totally forgot we were in a restaurant? Damn it.
I turned to see a gothic chick looking at us with a bored expression. She was probably the one who interrupted us. She was with a older looking couple, probably her parents. I turned red in embarrassment. Her parents looked at us with apologetic expression and dragged their daughter out of the restaurant with them.
Scott turned towards me and kissed me softly on my forehead, and pulled back. He took something from the reception desk and handed it to me.
I looked closer to see it was a corsage. It was a sweetheart wrist corsage with delicate light pink spray roses, ivy and baby's breath finished with a elegant nude coloured ribbon.
"A corsage? Really?" I asked Scott, smiling.
He ran his finger through his hair and looked at me shyly, "You like it?"
"I love it. It's really beautiful!" I said, smiling widely.
"Not as beautiful as you..." He replied, taking the corsage from me and tying it around my wrist.
I looked back at Scott and said, "Thank you..."
I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Who thought Scott Taylor would be such a romantic at heart?"
Scott looked at me, "Oh God! Please don't tell Rye or Drew bout it. They'll never let me forget all this... and tease me till death." He made a horrified face.
I giggled, "I won't, I promise..."
The waiter came up to us and asked, "Mr. and Mrs. Taylor?"
I looked up at the waiter, "No we're not marri-"
I stopped when Scott interrupted me and said, "Yes, we are."
I looked up at Scott and raised my eyebrow questioning him.
He just winked at me in response.
The waiter led us to the back of the restaurant. I asked Scott, "Where are we going?"
Scott just looked at me and whispered, "Surprise!"
Oh! He and his surprises!
The waiter went through a door at a corner.
Scott reached forward and opened the door for me, "After you, Mrs. Taylor..." He winked at me.
And boy! Did calling me Mrs. Taylor didn't make me feel good!
"Thank you, Mr. Taylor..." I winked back.