nothing to say

I carefully coiled back my hand to casually swipe an out-of-place hair off of my face. I dug through my purse, feeling for the cold metal that lay inside. Button, button; who’s got the button, I thought, as I guided my hand through the contents. I finally pulled out a white gold cigarette case. I opened it, took one out, and gave a look to the waiter.

“Do you have a light?” I asked.

“I’m so sorry, Miss, but there’s no smoking here,” he said.

Wade turned his head downwards and waved the waiter away. His biggest - and his only - complaint against me was the fact that I smoked. His family believed that smoking was for men, not for women. Men smoked the cigars and drank the brandy while discussing the ups and downs of the market in their private studies. Women ran to clean up the ashtrays and complain about the stench. I used to tell him that I started smoking when I was younger and just never was able to break of the dirty, nasty habit. Truth was, I started only after I knew how much he detested it.

After dinner, the town car drove us back to the condo. Wade got out on his side of the car and walked around to open my door. He stuck out his arm to help me out of the vehicle and escorted me to the door of our house.

Every single one of my girlfriends was jealous of all the attention and consideration that Wade gave me, day in and day out. They would constantly tell me how they wished their boyfriends or husbands would still act that way with them. How they wished that I wouldn’t take his romance for granted, because he was just a one-in-a-million guy. He was perfect. Everything that I was looking for. My very own Prince Charming.

As we walked inside, the faint aroma of lavender and honey filled my nostrils. I detested the smell of lavender, for it made my insides churn and nauseated the hell out of me.

I could see past the entryway there was a trail of glowing candles - presumably the source of the revolting lavender scent - that led past the foyer and up the cold, wood staircase.

I looked over at Wade, plastering on the sweetest smile that I could muster.

“Ohhh, wow . . .” I said, trying my hardest not to sound too dramatic. “This is just beautiful.”

Wade smiled. Such a proud smile, too. Now, most women would be romantically taken back by this thoughtful display, but me? No. I merely saw it as another self-righteous act.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said. “Follow the candles.”

I let out an almost inaudible sigh (of impatience) and slowly began to ascend the stairs ever-so gracefully. I did manage to kick one of the candles off, near the top, so that it would shatter on his precious hardwood floor.

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