Bernie woke the next day. She groaned as she turned over and realised she was still wearing her clothes from last night.
"Argh, shit." She mumbled under her breath as she realised she must have fallen asleep whist Serena nipped off, presumably to get changed into something more comfortable. Bernie looked over to see Serena sleeping beautifully in a sexy silk night dress, it was short, so short Bernie could see the matching knickers. She inwardly berated herself for being an inconsiderate twat as she ran her hand over her face. She then remembered punching the bloody wall. As memories of last night started to filter in her head hurt. She turned to get off the bed in search of water.
She looked at the bedside table, the time on the clock was 6.43 am. Too early for a Saturday that was for sure. Next to the radio alarm was a bottle of water with a packet of pain killers next to it and the tube of cream for her hand. Attached to the bottle was a note.
"Thought you might need these x
PTO"
Bernie turned the note over.
"The answer is still yes!"
Bernie read it, trying to connect the dots. As she clicked she sobered up pretty sharpish as she looked at sleeping Serena wearing her ring. She looked down and shook her head at herself. Why the fuck would anyone want to marry her. She picked up the water and took two tablets as she took large gulps of water. She watched Serena sleep for a few minutes as she finished the bottle and sat up flexing her left hand and touching the pad of her thumb with each of her finger tips in turn.
She made a decision. Job number one. Shower and change. Serena could not wake up to Bernie looking and smelling like an indoors hobo. She lifted herself gently from the bed and wandered to the other room to find her suitcase. She opened it and pulled out the champagne she had bought in the airport. She figured at some point there would be reason to drink it. She also found the underwear she had bought hoping to show Serena that she could do, not only sexy underwear, but matching sexy underwear.
She put the bottle in the fridge and went off to the bathroom to freshen up. She decided not to look at the mirror but got straight in the shower and least become semi human.
She felt so much better after the shower. She wrapped a towel around her as she found the wine bucket. She filled it with ice and found the glasses. She quietly placed them on the table in the corner of Serena's room by the armchair. She peered over. Serena was still sleeping deeply. Time for a fag she figured.
Out on the balcony she took in the cold morning air as she sucked in a large drag. She considered quitting smoking but figured at Serena had never actually said she minded as long as she did not smoke indoors. To be fair Bernie did not think she even smoked enough to warrant quitting. She looked at the part smoked cigarette and stubbed it out.
Bernie spent the next 20 minutes in 'her' room, getting dressed, for want of a better word. She applied a little make up, not much, but enough for Serena to notice. She looked in the mirror; not something she did often. That will do. She told herself.
She was ready, but what to do. She did not particularly want to wake Serena but, hell, she wanted her to wake up. She wanted to propose properly and make up for last night. She went in the room and saw that Serena was stirring a little. Bernie went over to the I pod and messed about until she found suitable music. She loved Serena dearly but she did not half have some rubbish on her playlist. She settled on Elton John, noting that there was enough on there to play for a bit and it was music she knew they both liked.
She sat in the arm chair in the corner. When Serena woke up she would see Bernie sitting there, next to the champagne and glasses. She had picked up the tube of cream for her hand and sat and rubbed it in. As she massaged her left hand with her right she vaguely recalled Serena had done this last night when she had passed out asleep. Serena really was a keeper.
Bernie crossed her legs in a seductive manner and rested her arms on the arms of the arm chair. She watched Serena for a while and then leaned her head back for a second, intending to return to giving Serena a sultry look.