“Did you prepare all these?"

Mark embraced her from behind, brushing her long hair aside.

He then murmured in her ear, “Every time you wear my black shirt after we're together, you remind me of these black roses."

His words overwhelmed Cecilia.

Yet, she adored them. It was something any woman would.

Resting against Mark's chest, she allowed his kisses for a moment.

"Is the dress all you got for me?"

Mark's laughter was light.

"There's more to come."

Cecilia turned, draping her arm over his shoulder.

“Help me change."

Mark noticed the kids peeking through the door. It wasn't the best moment, but he couldn't deny her request.

He shut the bedroom door.

A song filled the room.

In the soft light, Cecilia's nakedness was framed by long, black curls cascading down her waist, leaving Mark utterly enchanted.

His gaze lingered on her.

Though slightly shy, Cecilia didn't shy away.

Gently, Mark dressed her in the couture dress, its fabric embroidered with pure white lace.

Finally, he crouched to slip on her high heels. Cradling her delicate foot, he kissed it tenderly. Cecilia, biting her lip, teased, “Mark, what sort of fascination is this?"

Looking up, Mark met her gaze with intensity.