Disclaimer:Still not mine. Speak to those lovely people a Kudos and thank them for letting me borrow Ruth and Harry for a while
Slow Dance
Chapter 3 Ruth's Surprise
Ruth clambered out of the bath and pulled the fluffy peach bath towel around her, dried herself then padded to her bedroom leaving damp footprints on her cream carpet. On the bed, her evenings attire was laid out, the dress, her shoes and the pashmina.
She sat in front of her dressing table took out her hairdryer and styled her hair in her usual style. Once her hair was dry, she applied her make up. Foundation, slate grey eye shadow, mascara and a light dusting of rose coloured blusher. She surveyed herself in the mirror, she was happy with what she saw.
She slipped into her dress and shoes, picked up the pashmina and found the black beaded evening bag that she was taking with her. She checked the contents of the bag, her compact, mobile phone, lip-gloss and some cash, just in case she needed to escape in a cab. Lastly she picked up a delicate perfume bottle removed the lid and dabbed a small amount on each of her pulse points.
Ruth made her way downstairs, draped the pashmina over the banister, so it was ready to be picked up when she left. She checked her watch, 6.40pm; she had twenty minutes until the car came. Ruth made her way to the kitchen where she found a half empty bottle of red wine. She poured herself a glass. Just as she was about to raise the glass to her lips the doorbell rang.
Ruth frowned; it wasn't time for the car yet. She opened her front door to see a young girl waiting on her doorstep.
"Miss Evershed"
"Yes" replied Ruth
"Package for you"
The girl handed Ruth a small silver box, Ruth thanked her and closed the door. Ruth opened the box slowly and as she lifted the lid a beautiful gentle aroma greeted her. Inside the box was a delicate orchid corsage, pale orange in colour. Ruth gently took the corsage from the box and breathed in the sensual aroma, she placed it around her wrist. Puzzled she turned the box over in her hands; there were no signs who had sent it.
Back in the kitchen Ruth leant against the counter top, she sipped her glass of wine, whilst Fidget purred around her legs. The claret liquid left a warm feeling as it slid down her throat, Ruth felt giddy with anticipation, someone must have sent her that corsage, if only she could work out whom.
She drained her glass just as the doorbell went again; she glanced at her watch 7pm on the nose, the wine glass was left on the side as Ruth went and grabbed her pashmina and her door keys from the telephone table and opened the door. Someone was stood on the doorstep, and as Ruth opened the door he turned round to greet her.
Ruth gasped "Harry"