Robert awoke at about 11:30 am, feeling drowsy. He smiled when he saw Sophie sleeping peacefully in his arms. Slowly, carefully, he lifted her off of him and onto the bed. Luckily, she didn't stir a bit. He lifted the covers over her and looked around the room. It was messy—and it smelled awful. Robert sighed. He had a lot of work to do before Sophie woke up.

Sophie awakened from her sleep. She rolled over on her stomach, grabbing the clock that was on the nightstand. 1:45? IN the afternoon? She thought, not believing how long she slept. Sophie looked around for Robert, but he wasn't there.

She got up from bed, tied a robe around her waist, and went into the bathroom, expecting the worse. But much to her surprise, it was clean. Shrugging her shoulders, she began to ready herself for the remaining of the day.

As she was washing her face, she heard, "Sophie? Princess?"

"Robert!" she yelped, flinging open the bathroom door, and smiling.

Robert looked happily at her and set some items that were in his arms down. . "My, my, you seem to be better already," he said as he lifted her up and twirled her around the room.

When he put her down, Sophie said, "How did the room get clean so fast?"

Jokingly, Robert bowed. "I live to serve, malady." He gave her a bundle of white roses.

"They're lovely!" Sophie exclaimed. She took one single rose and tucked it behind her ear.

Robert smiled. "When I saw them, I thought of you, and I just HAD to get them. After all," he began, pulling her close to whisper in her ear. "The secret lies beneath the rose." He quoted an ancient line about the Rose Line.

Sophie took the roses and saw, taped onto the wrappings, was two slips of paper. She pulled them out, and saw they were theater tickets.

"Robert, a play?"

"Yep, It starts at seven."

Sophie's face dropped. "But I don't have anything decent to wear."

"Neither do I, Sophie, so why don't we go shopping? I could use some new clothes."

Soon after, the happy couple began strolling along, enjoying each other's company.

Robert stopped in front of a fancy store. "Sophie how about here?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Oh no, Robert, looks too expensive."

"Sophie, please, let me worry about that, not you." He held the door open for her.

Once inside, Sophie asked if she could shop alone, just this once. "I want you to be surprised," she said, her green eyes begging to say yes.

And she knew Robert couldn't say no. So Robert headed towards the men's department while Sophie began to scope the dresses.

After Robert had found a suitable outfit, he passed by the jewelry section. He saw an exquisite emerald necklace, the jewel on a small silver setting.

He quickly got a clerk to tell him the price. It was a small fortune, but compared to Sophie, it was nothing. Robert asked him to inscribe something on the back, paid, and slipped it into his pocket.

Sophie was just putting the dress back into the box when Robert arrived. Like a perfect gentleman, he paid, carried the bags, and opened the doors for Sophie on his way out.

As they walked, Sophie smiled and put her head on Robert's shoulder. She never wanted this to end.