As soon as her mother went outside, I gave her those flowers and kissed her on lips. They both were seeing me in utter confusion. Then I told them abo...t my work on Prashant and what I did to him. In the end, I said ‘I Love You’. Just as I finished Sherry just jumped into my arms screaming, “I love you too, I love you so much.”She screamed so loud that her mother came in and saw her on me kissing my cheek. I was like, “What the fuck!” But she didn’t say anything but was happy that her daughter. There are two dance floors, one with a live jazzband on stage, one with a DJ playing classic rock n’ roll from the 80’ies, which makes the crowd of people ages 25-35 go ‘awwww – THIS one!’ every 3 minutes. Ellenor sticks to the latter. Jazz really isn’t her thing. She dances alone in a corner, enjoying the beat of yesteryears, trying not to think of how long it has really been since these songs were brand new. She’s only 27, it’s way too soon to think of the rushing of time. She’s out to have. Also in the bag is a set of long, black opera gloves and another mysterious card stating Wear These. I want to try them on, but the outfit is not exactly work appropriate, so I wait until the end of the day and take the garment bag and the box with the mask home. Thursday’s gift is a black box, once again on my desk. I’m giddy with excitement as I enter my office and see it. I’d tried the dress on last night, and it fits perfectly, hugs my curves but is elegant and beautiful. I felt like a. At the bottom of the steps a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a sharp business suit, stood waiting for me."Mr. Stewart, I am Miss Jones, I'll be your guide and coordinator this week," the black haired woman said. "If you would follow me please, we'll be on our way."I nodded and the fell in beside her. She led me to a Rolls Royce limousine with tinted windows and a chauffeur standing by to open the back doors."After you, Miss Jones," I said."Thank you, Mr. Stewart," she replied.I ducked my.