The duo had worked it out, they were going to go back to their places and get ready. Then meet back at the bench in an hour, and leave for the dinner.

Nicholas didn't take long to get ready. His shower was 15 minutes long. He dug out the old tux from the back of the closet, along with the dress shoes. He shined the tops of them with a rag and got dress in 7 minutes. Taking care in the each button being done up. Making sure everything was descent and presentable, making him look good. Then poked at his curls a few times so none of them were flat, they were all bouncy, and puffed just right on his head. He buttoned up the small buttons on each sleeve and then grabbed the bow tie off the dresser and looked in the mirror as he tied it and folded his collar down over it, only showing the bow under his Adam's Apple.

He had plenty of time before he had to leave to meet up with her. The remainder of the time, Nicholas spent it wondering around his place, picturing the beautiful woman next to him at the dinner, hanging onto his arm once again, smiling up at him. And him looking adoringly into her eyes.

Time didn't seem to go by fast enough; he couldn't wait for the pictures in his head to become real.

For Miley, it was much more complex than that.

She had to quickly wax her legs, making sure they would look ultra smooth in her small black cocktail dress she was going to slip into. Then when she was done with her shower, she put lotion all over her to lock in the moisture. She had to style her hair, using the curling iron to add a few loose curls to her, able to keep the nature look in doing so. Afterward, she plucked a few hairs and added her make up, just a little mascara and some pink lip gloss, thinking she didn't have time to add everything. She rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed her dress from the closet and tossing it onto the bed and went to the chest at the end of the bed and pulled out a lacey strapless bra and no underwear. Hating the awful panty line look it would give her with that dress. Miley hooked the bra on and then grabbed the dress from the bed and stepped into it. While zippering it up, it immediately hugged her body with grace. She carefully bent down to grab her metallic pink high heels and sat down on the chest to slip them on. When they were buckled to her feet she got back up and went over to the closet one more time to try to find the see-through pale-pink shawl she had. After wrecking most of the closet, she found it and draped it around her shoulders and upper arms. Finally she was ready. Grabbing her clutch that had her lip gloss in it for touch ups, she walked out the door. Miley had five minutes to get to the bench. Of course she was going to be late, and he would be waiting for her arrival.

She wasn't sure whose eyes she was trying to attract, maybe Logan's jealous ones? Or maybe her new found French companion.

Nicholas stood by the bench. He thought if he sat down on it, his tux might get dirty. He had been scanning the street, watching for her return. Maybe a little too anxious to see someone he had just met a little over an hour ago. He looked down at his watch, just to check the time, he wasn't timing her. When he looked back down the street, he saw her turn the corner a few feet from where he stood.

His eyes went down her body to her feet and slowly back up. His eyes gliding over her magnificent lean legs, disappearing under the black dress that rested a few inches above her knees. The fabric curved at her hips, showing off her narrow waist then came back out with her ribcage, molding itself her hour glass structure. When she breathed, he could see her chest being pressed against the fabric. Trying to be a gentleman, he diverted his eyes elsewhere, looking at the fabric itself. The shawl covered up the spaghetti traps, and the color matched the fine thin lines that were spaced a inch away from each other on the black fabric and then ran down the chest of the dress to right above her waist, where a black floral pattern was hidden on that dark fabric. From a distance you couldn't tell the flowers where there, but up close you could see them.

That's when he realized she was right in front of him. Nicholas looked up at her eyes. His throat was a little dry now, he was afraid to talk. So he did what a gentleman would do, he grabbed her hand which he now noticed was petite against his big manly hand, and kissed the back of it, breathing in the sweet smell of her lotion, coco butter. Opening his eyes and looking up at her once again. This time, noticing that the black dress and the eye make-up, contrasted her eyes beautifully. "Madam."

She was just checked out by a polite, hot French guy. She was blushing and they started walking to where the yacht would be.

He stuck out his arm for Miley to link hers to and she did. Nicholas looked down at the clutch she was caring and saw the cream-white rose pinched in the opening. He didn't know why, but it caused him to smile a little.

They were now taking a small boat out to the yacht. Nicholas has held into her hand as they stepped into the boat. He watched as the winds tossed her hair around but she was unfazed by it. He was also the first off and gave her a helping hand with boarding the yacht. They could hear soft French melodies coming for the upper deck and they climbed the stairs, following the notes. And found a romantic setting.

The area was spacious with the tables so it was easy to navigate through it. There were chain lights, little lights in plastic orb covers on a string, running along the ceiling. In the middle of each table was a flower arrangement with a small lamp in the middle of it. The chairs were dressed to match the table cloths. The food on plates looked amazing. And she was sharing this with, so far, a wonderful guy.

But she was brought out of her fairy tale dream when she heard that voice call out her name. She turned her head from where it came from and saw Logan. Mood killer.

She held onto Nicholas's hand as she lead him to where Logan was sitting.

Dinner with her ex boyfriend, his new girlfriend and her pretend one. She wasn't sure if a dinner could be anymore stressful and awkward.

"Hello, Logan."

Nicholas let go of her hand and pulled out a chair for her. She moved in front of it and placed down her clutch on the table so she could hold the dress to the back of her legs and she sat down, so it wouldn't get wrinkled or ride up. And she thanked him as he pushed in her chair and took his own seat.

Logan was watching Nicholas, scanning over him intently. And Miley noticed. "So where's..," she wasn't sure what to call her, 1)his girlfriend, 2)man stealer, or 3)some insulting names, which Miley was sure would suited her just fine.

"She's in the ladies' room. Freshening up. She should be back soon."

She sat there in an awkward silence as Nicholas and Logan stared at each other. Miley imagined that in their minds they were thought they were lions who were fighting over the desired female, her.

It was quiet until the waiter came to get Miley and Nicholas's order and then a moment later, Logan's girlfriend came back. That's when things got more awkward. Having to watch Logan and her kiss, Miley grabbed Nicholas's hand.

Nicholas had to one up Logan. To kiss Miley, it would be like he was copying him.

Their food came but she wasn't at all hungry. Watching the couple in front of her made her sick and depressed. She was starting to think Logan asked her to come just to torture her. She wanted to leave.

Acting confused to why she would ask that. "I wanted to see how you've been doing. That's all," he said nonchalantly answering her.

He's never cared before, why would things be anymore different.

She could tell by the look on his face that he had figured it out. That Nicholas wasn't really her boyfriend. Part of her wanted to do anything to prove him wrong but the other was ready to wave the white flag.

She wanted to make him jealous and then he would want her back. Then Miley would tell him it was too late and that he missed out and its his own fault. That she was with Nicholas now and make Logan hurt as much as she did, or was cause it was hurting alot more now knowing that wasnt going to be the case. That Logan had moved on and was happy with the new girl. In a plot to get him to hurt, she ended up hurting herself more. She wanted to cry.

Momentarily forgetting Nicholas was there.

He was watching her eyes when he got a glimpse of a tear hidden in the corner but then it slowly was absorbed back in. He got an idea to get her away from Logan.

Grabbing her hand, he had her stand up and motion for them to go dance. Without any hesitation, she went with him.

He led her over to the railing of the yacht and took her left hand in his right, holding it out to the side of them, his other hand landing on the side of her back. They start to take a few slow steps to the music.

"Thanks," Miley whispered. Laying her head against his chest.

He looked out over the railing and saw the sun mostly descended in the distance, almost gone. The stars were starting to pop out as the sky darkened gradually. The light becoming paler on their skin. Nicholas leaned back a little to look at her. She still looked just as beautiful now, as she did in the daylight or the glow from the sunset.

"Vous êtes la plus belle femme, j'ai vu même,"(You are the most beautiful woman, I have ever seen) he said in a slow, low whisper.

Miley was doing a great job at not letting herself cry. Not only avoiding a scene, but keeping her eye make-up from running.

"I don't know what that means," she said looking at him. And Nicholas just smile kindly at her.

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I want Miley's dress:]
I think the next part will be the last one.
&I know, no rated r ness in this one.
That just mean in the next part, there is more room for more of it. ;]
Review please?