Enchanting Winter Romance Tale - 2

He held my hand as I was leaving the antique shop, and it seemed like we were actors filming a scene. It was his tactic to make me wait to ask him out on a formal date. Yes, the date as in a date date. (blush, blush) I gave him my contact details and requested him to get in touch with me to arrange a time. To me, it all seemed like a dream.

I waited and lost faith that he would call, but it took him days to do so. All of a sudden, it was Sunday morning, and my phone started ringing. I wondered who was going to call me at that early hour. I was shocked to see that it was him. "Hello, this is Samantha Vedant," I started babbling and asked whether it was a good time to discuss. He requested that I pause so that he could talk. (he, he) After engaging in all the formalities, we made plans to go out to dinner tonight.

Finally, the D-day—or perhaps I should say night—comes. I watched through the window as a car honked at my doorway; it was him, but I waited for him to come inside so we could meet my parents before we went out to dinner. After he honked a couple more times, I heard him walking towards my house. The doorbell rang, and my anxiety increased.

My breath was taken away as I saw him. It seemed that he was too good to be true. Well, my mum opened the door and invited him inside after a little conversation with my boyfriend. We headed out to eat.

The setting and atmosphere were ideal and well-planned. Orchids could be seen all around. My favourite flowers—God knows how he found out—were those. The scent emanating from the candle was irresistible. The food was excellent, and the wine was superb. He asked me to marry him, and a ring appeared as soon as we finished the wine. I was taken aback and moved and, unable to speak, fled the scene without saying a word.

That night, I couldn't sleep as someone was waiting for my answer. My mom asked me as I entered my home, "How did it go? How was your date?" All I did was cry.