Chapter 92: Date
As Abby stood by the window, gazing out at the tranquil scenery beyond, Remo approached her from behind, his arms enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace. She leaned back into his embrace, savoring the familiar warmth of his touch.
His lips brushed against the delicate skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as she listened to his soothing words. "I’ve booked a spa day for you and Martha," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against her skin. "I want you to relax and let them pamper you."
Abby’s heart fluttered with gratitude at his thoughtful gesture, feeling the weight of his care and affection in every word he spoke. "After that," he continued, his voice laced with excitement, "You will indulge in some shopping, and I’ve arranged for a stylist to meet you there."
A smile tugged at the corners of Abby’s lips as she imagined the day ahead, filled with relaxation, luxury, and the promise of transformation. "And then," Remo whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "a full glam session before we have dinner."
Abby turned in his arms, her eyes meeting him with a mixture of anticipation and gratitude. "Martha and your father will have a lovely dinner at the house," he explained, his voice filled with warmth. "And then, it’ll just be you and me, somewhere special."
Her heart swelled with emotion at his words, feeling the depth of his love and devotion in every carefully planned detail. "What do you think?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.
Abby, sensing a playful opportunity, teased Remo, "Is this your way of asking me out on a date?"
Remo chuckled, the warmth of his laughter vibrating against her back. "Well, if you want to call it that," he replied, his tone light and playful. "Consider it a special evening, just for us."
Abby turned in his arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, a date it is," she declared, her smile infectious. "I’m looking forward to it.