'Tonight is the night,' thought Victor as he fixed his tie. 'Tonight is the night I tell Wanda how I feel. I'm going to tell her that I love her.'

Victor knew he was in love with Wanda for a long time now. Why keep it a secret?

He took his keys and headed out the door.

Wanda looked in the mirror and fixed her make up.

'I'm going to tell him,' she thought. 'After dinner, I'm going to tell him I love him.'

She was sure it was love. The way he made her feel, the magic she felt when they kissed. She was in love with Victor.

Wanda looked herself over in the mirror. A beautiful red dress, high-heeled shoes, and her hair was extra wavy and had more body.

The door bell went off.

Wanda went to answer it. Victor stood outside, wearing a nice black suite with a dark green tie.

"Are you ready to go, baby?"

"Ready, my sweet prince."

Victor beamed and held him arm. Wanda took it and let Victor lead her to his car.

The couple was seated at a table in Aureole. They both were looking at the menus.

The waitress came to the table with a pen and pad.

"What can I get you two to drink?" she asked.

"I'll have plain water, please," said Victor. "No lemon."

"I'll have an ice tea," said Wanda.

"Alrighty then." The waitress walked away.

Victor reached out and placed his hand on Wanda's. "God you look so beautiful."

"Thank you, Victor. You look handsome as usual."

"You're too kind, Wanda."

When the wairess came back with their drinks, they ordered their food. Wanda got lamb, which came with a salad with house-dressing. Victor got skirt-steak, which came with soup, which was cream of chicken. They talked as they ate.

"Really?" asked Wanda. "You painted a duplicate of the Mona Lisa?"

"And used Layla Miller as a model," said Victor, taking a bit of his steak.

"You must be a really talented painter. I'd love to see your art work."

"Whenever you'd like."

Wanda took a sip of her tea. "You and my brother are so talented. You're both good at so many things. I'm not good at anything."

"That's not you, darling." Victor took her hand and rubbed it. "You're good at many things. You're a brilliant writer. You an keep Pietro on the ground when he gets over excited. And you make me the happiest man alive."

"You always know the right words."

Victor kissed her hand. "And every word it true."

Wanda and Victor were sitting at the edge of a fountain. Victor had folded some napkins into small boat and let them float on the water.

"Dinner was wonderful, Victor," said Wanda.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," smiled Victor.

He stood up and pulled out his phone. He went to music and clicked on a spanish slow dance song.

"I have no idea what the singer is sing," he admitted. "I don't speak Spanish, but I like how it sounds."

Victor turned the volume up and placed the phone down. He held his hand out to Wanda.

"May I have this dance?"

Wanda smiled and took his hand.

The danced under the stars and moonlight. Wanda's left hand was on Victor's shoulder while her right hand held his left. Victor's other hand was around Wanda's waist. The moved slowly with the music, looking into each other's eyes.

Wanda moved closer, her hand moved down his back, chin resting on his shoulder. "This is the best and most romantic night of my life," she whispered.

Victor kissed her neck. "I love you," he whispered.

Wanda pulled back and looked at him, surprised. "What?"

He gave her a soft, loving smile. "I love you, Wanda. I love you with my whole heart."

"Oh Victor. You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. I love you too. I love you so much."

Victor's eyes shined with joy and love. He leaned closer and captured Wanda's lips in a kiss.