"Rogue, Remy don't want ta seem jealous or anyt'ing, but ya can't keep goin back dere ta see John. Remy not tryin ta keep ya from him, but dere's nothing ya can do, chere," the Cajun said to Rogue the next morning.

"Ah know, Rem. I just feel like he needs me, or something, ya know? Like the nightmares Ah've been having are him callin ta me."

"Dere just dreams, ma amore," Remy said, but he saw Rogue frown. "Why don't ya come out ta dinner tonight with Remy?"

The idea seemed to brighten Rogue's mood. She smiled and replied "How's 7 o'clock?"

Remy told her it would be a nice outdoor restaurant so she should wear something semi-formal but cool for the summertime humidity. She chose a short green dress that angled and flowed at the bottom below her hips. Above the hips was tight and form fitting, held up by spaghetti straps. She wore her auburn hair up, with a few strands cascading down her back and her platinum streaks pinned back with green rhinestone clips. Her old style of painting a mask on her face had been abandoned a long time ago. She only wore mascara and lip gloss now; very natural for her naturally beautiful face.

When they got to the restaurant, the whole outside area was empty except for their table. Music played in the background and rosebushes all around were covered with shimmering lights.

"Wow, Rem, this is beautiful," Rogue said in awe of the romantic setting. Remy just grinned and pulled out her seat for her before taking his own. Through their dinner, they only had casual conversation. When they finished, Remy pulled Rogue up to dance. They wandered over to the dance floor situated right next to a lake that glistened from the moon light and all of the shimmering lights on the bushes. They danced in silence for a while, when Remy leaned down to Rogue's ear and whispered "I love you Rogue."

Rogue looked up into Remy's red-on-black eyes and replied, "Ah love you, too, Remy."

They stopped dancing and Remy kept his eyes locked with Rogue's.

"Will you marry me, Rogue?"

She was speechless. She never dreamed of this day, considering most of her life she spent being unable to touch at all. She couldn't take her eyes away from his and she could hardly think at all. Thoughts raced through her head, though none of them coherent. Finally she answered:

"Yes, Remy. Ah'll marry you."