Anna was literally having a panic attack; she couldn't find her pink bra and matching panties. She ran around her room, in her favorite oversized YMCA t-shirt, rummaging through her desk, messing up her closet and emptying out the things under her bed.
She grabbed her shiny pink party dress, which now could pass of as nothing more then a flimsy nightgown. She scowled at it, finally managing to locate her favorite pair of and threw it and her T shirt into the hamper.
She was going to have to get creative. Managing to squirm into her panties and bra, she yanked open her closet and glanced at the clock, 7:46, she still had time left.
She reached into the very back of the closet grabbing a sea blue, shimmering tube, and raced to the other side of the room pulling open her drawers. Noting that she was half , she grabbed a robe that had been strewn over her bed and threw it on. Tying the strings with one hand she managed to locate her ruffled black mini-skirt.
Dropping to the floor she looked under her desk for her shoe selection, selecting strapy heels with strings that she winded up her leg until they reached just below her knee before securing them.
She wobbled over to her bed and raced to put her outfit on. 7:50, ten minutes left.
She quickly jogged over to the mirror and ran a brush through her mousy brown hair a few times. Then applying a quick layer of make-up on, she grabbed her favorite silver necklace that Peter had given her for their sixth month's anniversary. She had just finished fastening it as soon as she heard the doorbell ring.
She grabbed her black purse off the hanger and dashed downstairs, taking care to stuff a box of intimates into her bag.
She opened the door casually and beamed at the person standing behind it with a bouquet or red roses in his hands. Peter, the love of her life, wearing a black tuxedo that only made him look more inhumanly beautiful then ever, nearly taking her breath away. He grabbed Anna's waist and swung her around until they were only inches apart. He kissed her and whispered in his heavenly voice "Happy anniversary, my love."
She closed her eyes and sighed, there couldn't be a luckier then me she thought. Anna heard him chuckle as she fluttered her eyes open. His light blue eyes were filled with humor, "Well," he said "I should say I'm the luckier one here." He grinned his toothy grin that she loved so much and she laughed. "Hey, just because you can read my mind doesn't mean you have to be rude!" He looked at her horrorstruck, "I was being rude?" She laughed again, "Yes, you interrupted me from the perfect daydream."
He laughed lightly, "And what would that be?" looking straight into my eyes. My gaze shifted in and out of focus, I eyed him slyly, "You probably already know what it is." He grinned sheepishly, his eyes sliding over my outfit. He pulled me closer and rested his lips right by my ear; I could feel his hot breath at the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "You look beautiful tonight." he said. I could feel my heart rate speed up, I was sure he could feel it right through my chest.
"Well, where shall we be headed this fine evening?" He said restoring the distance between us and leaving me feeling oddly down spirited. He held his arm out for mine as I stepped through the doorway. Peter always spoke that way; it wasn't just because he was born in the 19h century, because he was perfectly capable of acting like the average seventeen year old boy. He mostly just did it to impress me.
I had prepared myself for this question, "Why don't we head over to Kelly's party?" He raised his eyebrows at my response. "I thought you don't dance?" "I don't, but I have other things in mind." He eyed my purse and I could see a faint color rising on his face, which was quiet strange seeing as is I was the one who usually blushed.
He cleared his throat and handed me the flowers, "Well, I on the other hand had other plans in mind…" I glared at him, "Like what?"
"Well, I was planning on taking you out to dinner and a walk in the moonlight. I sort of had a surprise waiting for you" he looked up at my face cautiously. But he didn't have too see my face to know that he had sparked my curiosity, he could hear it, both ways.
"What kind of surprise?" I asked, "You'll see when we get there." He smiled triumphantly as he led me to his car.
"And," He sighed, "We can stop at Kelly's party afterwards." My head perked up after hearing this as I looked into his face expectantly. "But only," he said firmly, "To dance."
"But…" I said, looking into his face pleadingly, "No buts, I haven't told you what the surprise is yet." He said looking at me from the corner of his eye. The corner of his lips lifting up in a crooked smile. The light bulb clicked in my head, and I could feel the grin creeping onto my face. He leaned over to give me one last kiss, and then he turned on the ignition and backed out of the driveway.
