It was after six and she had been trying to decide on an outfit for at least an hour. She finally decided on a pair of red slacks, a white satin blouse, and a matching red jacket. She threw on her red pumps and made sure her Mac make-up was intact. She was putting on her lip gloss when the doorbell rang. “I’m coming,” she yelled. Ethan stood with a bouquet of red roses when she opened the door. “These are for you,” he said. “Thanks. How lovely,” she said while taking them and smelling the fragrance. “Red is your color,” Ethan said as they walked to the living room. Madison placed the roses in the center of her coffee table. “These roses are perfect.” “Just like you.” She nervously laughed. “I wish.” “Come here.” Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist.
