"And I love you all!" exclaimed the mother as she hugged her three daughters. One of them included a young woman named Mary Jane Watson, who was starring in the critically acclaimed Broadway play, "Little Women," as Jo-the second eldest sister, and to MJ, the outsider of the family. Jo was tomboyish and an eloquent writer. Jo's unique status was what drew MJ to the part, and as she took her bow along with her fellow peers, she saw the love of her life standing up and clapping. She beamed. For once, Peter had finally made it to the play on time.

The curtain closed as she saw Peter slightly wave at her. She quickly rushed to the back.

"Whoa, you're in a hurry," said one of her friends, Madeline. MJ turned to smile as she went into the dressing room.

"Yeah, well, someone came tonight."

"Must be someone really special to get you so worked up."

'You have no idea,' she thought. Several seconds later, she emerged from the room with her black coat on and said a quick good-bye to Madeline. She pushed the door open and saw Peter waiting there for her.

"You were great, MJ," said Peter as he placed his arm in front of him. She looped her arm around his and smiled. She leaned on his shoulder, and they began to walk to his apartment.

"Thanks," replied MJ. She just wished this moment would never end. They walked in silence for the rest of way-just content in being in each other's arms. Peter stopped in front of his apartment and let go of MJ's arm.

"Wait here," said Peter as he entered his apartment. MJ stood there as she patiently waited for Peter to come back out. 'Now what is Peter up to now?' thought MJ as she heard Peter yelp suddenly.

"Peter, are you all right?" asked MJ. She was about to open the door, but Peter came out of it before she even reached for the handle. She noticed that his hand was wrapped in a white bandage.

"Peter," said MJ with a worried look on her face. She reached for his hand, but Peter pulled away.

"No, really, MJ. It's fine. Just close your eyes, OK?"

"Peter," said MJ as it dawned onto her what he was trying to do. Her worried expression softened. "You're so sweet."

"You haven't seen anything yet," said Peter with a wide smile, "Just close your eyes." She obeyed and closed them. She felt Peter's arm push her slightly into the room, and sweet aromas came wafting to her nose.

"OK," said Peter as he stopped pushing her, "You can open them."

MJ quickly opened her eyes, and she couldn't believe them. His little, dingy apartment had transformed into something out of a five star restaurant. The walls were covered with red velvet. The windows were covered with burgundy curtains. The one window that was open revealed a beautiful view of the city. Near the window, there was a table with two silver plates covered with upside down bowls, two champagne glasses, and two pink candles illuminating the dim room. Rose petals surrounded the table in the shape of a heart. She covered her mouth and turned to see an enthusiastic Peter beaming down at her.

"Shall we?" asked Peter as he waved his arm in front of her. MJ walked toward the table, and Peter quickly followed to pull the chair for her. She sat down as he walked past the table and turned a small black radio on. The lyrics to MJ's favorite song: Alisha Key's 'If I Ain't Got You' began to dance into her ears as Peter went back to the table. He saw MJ lift the lid to reveal her favorite Italian dish. She looked up with a smile.

"Peter," said MJ as she observed the room with twinkling eyes, "this must have taken you hours."

"Uh...actually, it took a day and a half, but it was worth it," said Peter with a shrug, "I told you that I'd make up it to you for missing your audition."

Some people want it all,

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby.

Some people want diamond rings,

Some just want everything,

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you

If I ain't got you with me, baby.

Oh, oohh, nothing in this whole wide world

Don't mean a thing

If I ain't got ya with me, baby.

"Tiger, you never cease to amaze me," said MJ as she shook her head. She reached for his hand and clutched it tightly. Peter leaned his forehead against hers, and before long, her lips locked onto his and turned into a sweet kiss. And although Mary Jane knew that these moments would be sweet and few-even though she knew that she had to get up early tomorrow to talk with her agent-her worries were a world away. For now, everything was perfect: from the music, to the dinner, to the sweet kiss that they were sharing now. And for the first time since their engagement, the world let them stay that way.