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put a permanent stop to it.
    He caught her eye, between a woman touching his broad shoulder and speaking whatever her drunk mind produced, and curled his full-lips into a broad smile. She watched as he excused himself from the company of women whose eyes followed him to the pastries and beverage table at which she stood, and turn her back to him, busying herself with the baked goods presentation.
    He stopped behind her, her alluring scent lightly reaching his nose within three feet. He paused, admiring how stunning she looked in a 70's style beige and blue swirl pattern dress that stopped two inches above her knees. He also admired her smooth legs and toned calves which lead down to beige flats with a two inch lift at the heel. Her hair was curly, and styled upwards with a clip. Wispy strands of silky hair rested on the delicate line of her neck. He moved a step closer, noticing how perfectly round and wide her heart shape ass was in contrast to the slenderness of her waist. He loved her amazing body and was tired of her not knowing it. He wanted to wrap his strong arms around her waist and lightly kiss her neck before moving his kisses up to her jawline. Letting her know how soft his lips were before their tongues intertwined. Yet, he knew she wasn’t ready for that or furthermore, was afraid.
    He took his last step forward, placing his hand on her lower back and asked, “Are you enjoying this event?”
    She smiled up at him and nodded, “Yes, I am. But Terrance I've been thinking about all of the roses and candy you’ve been sending me lately and-”
    “Excuse me?” He inserted, dumbfounded.
    “-And it needs to stop,” she went on to say.
    He looked at her quizzically, “Isa, I haven’t sent you any roses or candy.”
    “Terrance,” she sighed, “seriously, I know you’re my secret admirer,” she said while making air quotations at the end.
    “My admiration for you is no secret. I'm feeling you and under the right circumstances, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. But I didn’t send you any roses and gauging from your reaction, it wasn’t a bad idea not to. What I have given you or shared with you rather, is my ambition, drive, honesty, and sincerity. Anything beyond that is a gift and concerns matters of the heart.” He said while grabbing her small hand to place on his chest. Instantly feeling the electricity and chemistry before she slowly pulled away. She opened her mouth to speak but found no words and chose to nod instead.
    When their successful day was over and evening lead to night, they loaded their utensils and serving dishes into the rear of the van. Terrance chose this time to remind her of their bet.
    “You know you lost, right?” He stated as they made sure the last of the boxes were secure in the van.
    “Excuse me?” She exclaimed.
    “Our bet. You said that you wouldn’t have a good time and I bet you a go-cart date that you would.”
    “Who said I had a good time?” She smiled, making her way to the passenger side.
    “Right now, that smile. That and you admitted it earlier.” TW said, hearing his and her siblings speak their assent.
    He opened the door and settled himself in, noticing a second later, her standing outside of her opened door staring down at her seat. A vase of blood-red roses were on the cushion. His brow wrinkled in confusion as he peered from the roses to her worried expression. He grabbed the vase, detaching the card that read: Our wedding day will better than this.
    He handed the card to her. Watching her read it before glancing around the dim parking lot at the many individuals and couples smiling and eagerly chatting. Enjoying this moment in their life as they headed for luxury sedans and SUVs. “The van doors were locked when we arrived earlier, right?” She asked, receiving nods all around.
     
     
    They rode back in silence for the first half of their return trip. Isa waited until Chris, Ebony, and Maria had exited the vehicle before saying,