She checked her makeup in her vanity mirror once more before standing in front of her full-length mirror and slowly turning to view all sides of her outfit. I thought I liked these shoes with this dress, but now I'm not so sure. Huffing in annoyance, she hurriedly kicked them off and went to her walk – in closet to peruse her options. These, she thought. They're perfect, they look great and they are really comfortable in case he wants to go for a stroll or maybe, even dancing. That would be wonderful!
"You are being ridiculous!" she said to her reflection. "You're acting like you've never gone out with the man before!" Before she could chastise herself further, she heard her doorbell ring. "On time, as usual." She walked quickly to her door, checked the peephole to see who it is and then opened it to reveal, not one, but two men. "Napoleon! Illya! I wasn't expecting to see you! What a fantastic surprise! Come in, come in, both of you!"
Aunt Amy stepped aside to let her nephew and his partner enter her penthouse. After she closed the door, Napoleon leaned down to hug and kiss her before allowing Illya to collect hugs and kisses from her.
"I hope you do not mind if I tag along on your date with Napoleon. He mentioned when we were leaving our office that the two of you had plans for dinner and he had to go home to get ready."
Napoleon said, "I could barely get the words out when he said, 'I have not seen Aunt Amy in a long time! I am going home to get ready!' When I asked who invited him he said that you can tell him to go home if you don't want to be in his company. He met me downstairs. And he's wearing a new suit!"
Amy smiled and said, "And he looks magnificent in it! You both look splendid. I am looking forward to making every woman wherever we go jealous because an old lady has not one, but two devoted escorts."
"Aunt Amy, you'll never be old," Napoleon said as he handed her purse to her and picked up the housekeys. "You are older, yes, but not old. Why else would we be taking you for dinner and dancing at the Rainbow Room?"
"You are?! Oh, I had hoped for dancing!"
Illya gallantly put her arm through his and began to walk toward the elevator while Napoleon locked the door. "Aunt Amy, you deserve whatever your heart desires. It is my honor and Napoleon's to take you to dinner and I hope you will do me the honor of dancing with me."
Amy hugged his arm and when the trio entered the elevator, she couldn't help but smile. I am the luckiest woman in the world. My handsome nephew and his equally attractive friend can practically date any woman they want to and instead, they want to take me out on a Friday night. They truly love me.