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A/N: Once again, thanks for all your wonderful comments! I had kind of a downer day today and logging into my email and seeing all your reviews made me smile ~ enjoy Chapter 4!


Betty stared at the blinking cursor. Today had been her first unproductive day since arriving at her new job. It wasn't that she'd had a sleepless night, although she had. It was more a restlessness inside. An urge to do something, but what she had no idea. Part of her wanted to call Hilda and squeal over the prior evening's events. Another part wanted to keep everything to herself, having Daniel as her little secret was kind of thrilling.

She glanced at her phone. The display clearly indicated it was 4:16 p.m. Daniel had yet to call. She knew she'd told him she didn't get off work 'til 5:30 p.m. but still… With a sigh she turned her attention back to the email she was supposed to be drafting.

Buzz-Buzz. Buzz-Buzz. Betty glanced down at her vibrating phone- new text- Daniel. Finally! Snapping her phone up she tapped the envelope icon.

Hi. I'm pretty sure Mode did a column once on the lamest things a guy can do after a 1st date and that texting a girl for a 2nd date rather than calling made that list. But since this guy is being super considerate of the girl's feelings by not wanting to disturb what he is sure is a busy work day, he hopes she'll over look his method and agree to an evening out with him anyway. The Aura Club, tonight?

Wow, Betty thought, spinning slowly around in her chair. The Aura Club?! That was strictly members only. Celebrities and models frequented there as did the young elite of London. How had Daniel managed to- -Ruefully Betty smiled. He was Daniel Meade that's how. Betty slid the QWERTY part of her phone out.

Let me check my schedule… looks like I'm free J

Lowering her cell as the message was confirmed sent, Betty grinned. She still couldn't believe that she was dating Daniel. Dating. The word seemed so ineffectual. Last night he'd shared that he loved her and she him. It seemed as though they should be more than dating. What that 'more' was she didn't know. A couple? But could you really be a couple after one date- regardless of your 'I love you' status? Buzz-Buzz. Buzz-Buzz.

Great- pick you up at 8?

Betty frowned. Eight seemed kind of early for a club, although he had mentioned he wanted to talk some more. With a shrug she tapped the keys.

Ok, see you then.

Betty spun back around to her desk, 4:37 p.m. She glanced out the glass window of her office to the main floor of the magazine. Almost everyone was finishing things up in an effort to be out the door by five. After all, it was a Friday. Betty had spent almost every day since she arrived in London coming to work early, staying late and occupied with projects at home until past midnight. She loved every minute of her job. But tonight, she decided, tonight she would give herself a break and enjoy a real Friday night out.

Two hours later Betty stood freshly showered and wrapped in a fluffy robe warily eying the contents of her closet. Where had all her good clothes gone? She had been utterly certain on the taxi ride to her flat that she had plenty of outfit options for the evening. Obviously between then and now someone had broken into her place and stolen half her wardrobe. She had never missed Hilda more.

Grumbling, Betty began to pull dresses out. Nothing was right. Everything was too 'something'. Too boring, too dark, too bright, too casual, too dressy- the list went on. Eventually everything she owned was either on the bed, chair or floor. Except for one garment. Her 'welcome-to-London-you really-did-it-and-I-miss-home' dress. It had been a splurge on her first weekend in London.

Betty hadn't really meant to buy the dress. She'd seen it in the window of Harrods and loved the way it looked. She'd gone inside to finger the material and been convinced by a sales woman to try it on. The dress had fit perfectly and the woman assured her that every girl needed a dress like it in her wardrobe. Betty had doubted that possibility for herself but bought the dress anyway. She'd decided it would be like a piece of art in her closet, she'd never actually wear it anywhere. Now she eyed the cream braided strap dress speculatively. What the heck.

Slipping into the dress she faced the mirror. Four thin braided straps on each shoulder gave way to a deep scoop neck. Tiny gathers along the neckline led to draped sides. The dress became form fitting towards the bottom, ending with a tapered hem that clung a few inches above her knee. The dress was modest by most standards but definitely different than her usual attire.

Betty focused on the mirror. The cream color brought out a richness in her skin tone and made a stunning backdrop to her dark hair. Smiling slowly she twirled around.

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Twelve miles away Daniel stood on the balcony of the Audley Suite appreciating the view of St. Paul's dome. Dressed in a navy sateen dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar and deep heather gray dress pants he exuded confident sensuality.

Releasing a pent up breath he checked his Rolex. In a few minutes he'd leave for Betty's. Oddly, he was more nervous now than the previous evening. Perhaps because last night had been about revelations, tonight was about beginnings.

Reaching into his pocket he fingered a small velvet box. He'd thought all day about what he could give Betty. He'd searched countless boutiques and left harried shop keepers in his wake. He'd wanted something unique, something beautiful, something perfect. Something that was Betty.

Heading inside, Daniel grabbed his coat and key-card off the credenza. The box weighted his pocket. Uncertainly, he reached for a pale blue, square container still on the table. He eased it open and stared wistfully at the contents. Closing the lid he put the container back. With a smile playing across his lips, he left for Betty's.

Tonight was for beginnings, after that they'd see.