Here's a little something I cooked up over the last 20 minutes based on this picture.
I hope you like it :)
Mercedes giggled as she was led over and through obstacles she couldn’t see.
“Where are we going, Luke?”
“You’ll see. Don’t take off the blindfold.”
“Come on!” she groaned good-naturedly, “I dressed for dinner! Where are you taking me?”
“You look great for what we are doing. Just a couple more seconds...and…” Mercedes felt him stop, and nearly stumbled into him. “Okay. Take it off.”
When her green eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, she laughed. “The Maxonn Theater? What are we doing here?”
“You know…” Luke said, drawing her up onto the old stage, “They used to hold balls here. They would hang chandeliers right there,” he pointed directly above them into the dark of the ceiling, “And roses there,” pointing to various places on the stage, “And everyone would stand right...about here.” He drew her to the middle of the stage.
“Stay there for just a second.” Mercedes laughed at the obvious excitement on his face.
He disappeared for a few minutes into the blackness around them, and then she saw him because suddenly it wasn’t dark anymore. In fact, a spotlight made her vision dance when she glanced up. She looked to see Luke pulling a bundle of roses in a pot to the side of the stage, and he moved a tripod camera so that it was facing her.
She laughed and smiled. Luke pushed a button on a laptop, and music echoed from unknown speakers around the room. When she looked back at him, he was holding a hand out,
“May I have this dance?”
She walked, doing her best to look dignified and took his hand. Her long white dress trailed in the dust, leaving a trail behind her.
When their fingers touched, he spun her around, and around, causing her dress to dance up in the air just high enough for her to look like a child.
As the music echoed around her, Mercedes sang along in her head. You can’t learn to fly on the way down.
Luke released her hand momentarily and she spun around, arms out like a bird. When she stopped to look back at him, he was on his knee, holding his hand out once again. Only this time, he was already holding something.
“Every year, on the anniversary of our meeting, I do something special, and I hope that every year, I surprise you more and more. This year I chose a solo dance. Dancing means everything to me-you know that. Dancing is a signature of love and passion mixed with every emotion that could ever be felt. You are...everything to me, Merc. Laughter, sadness, blessings, curses, you frustrate me, and make me the happiest person on the planet. You are the embodiment of dance. So…” He tugged at the collar of his white shirt. “Dance with me forever, Merc?”
She flung her arms out again, and danced over to him where she put her arms around his neck and laughed gently as he took her into his arms. Leaning her head near his ear, she whispered, “Yes.”
He swung her up into his arms, and she fell even farther in love with her Fiancé.
Have a wonderful week :)