This is another addition to a series of oneshots. It is a work in progress that I consider finished at any time. Since I tend to do the chapters in pairs, I intend to write Angela's next (maybe) Please R&R, and my life will be worthwhile.

He had money, and lots of it. With that money, he could buy almost anything. An intoxicating scent. A beautiful rose. But it could not buy him the most breathtakingly perfect thing he had ever seen.

Angela Montenegro

His interest in the woman had developed into full-bloomed love. Love that had been tested, tried, denied, and confessed to her best friend. That confession had been a dangerous thing. Now he had voiced what was previously been but a wish in his heart. Now he could not laugh it off as attraction, or something lesser.

Yet perhaps he had passed that point long before. He had given her the rose, just as he had intended to give her the perfume.

He bought her things because it was the only way to tell her he loved her more than she might ever know.

He gave her his money because she would not let him give her himself.

It was one of his delights, though, trying to find something to give his very own angel that could begin to approach her own beauty.

Something that said I Love You.