“Brenda, may I come in?” a
man’s voice resounded through the open doorway to her condominium.
“Yes, please come in.” Brenda was a prolific writer
confined to a wheelchair. “I’ll be a minute.” She was busy writing articles
for publication on the Internet. “My muse is running wild
today.”
“Cupid’s on the rampage, too,”
replied Albert, the condominium manager.
Had she looked up, she would have seen his
mischievous smile and the twinkle in his eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo
with a red cummerbund, a white bow tie and shiny black shoes.
“This came for you,” he said,
placing a note right in front of her.
She did not look up, as he left.
“Thanks.”
Moments later, Brenda read,
‘follow the trail’. She spotted red cinnamon hearts interspersed with red
and white jellybeans, on the carpet. She followed the trail into the
hallway, where a heart-shaped box of Belgium
“Beautiful!” she exclaimed, as
she followed the trail further into the family room.
No
one was there.
Brenda spotted a dozen, red,
sweetheart roses in a crystal vase in among a collection of red and white
balloons on the baby grand piano, at the end of the room. One huge, red
balloon said, “Be my Valentine.”
On one side of the room, there
was a table with a white, lace tablecloth and two elegant chairs. On the table,
she saw a single, red rose in a crystal vase, a bottle of champagne and
two crystal wine glasses. Two plates with tiny, silver forks and white lace
napkins, also adorned the table along with a chocolate mousse, surrounded
by chocolate-dipped strawberries.
“What better day for my muse to
run wild, and Cupid to be on the rampage than on Valentine’s Day?” she exclaimed
joyfully, as Albert walked in, bowed, sat down at the baby grand piano and began
playing classical music.
Brenda had no idea that Albert
was secretly in love with her, until that exact moment.
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