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It was exactly eight o'clock on the dot.
Ariel and Horace stepped out of their room and onto the balcony. Ariel was dressed in a stunning red gown that clung to her curves perfectly, bold and alluring.
Horace wore black trousers and a black jacket, left unbuttoned to expose his sculpted torso.
The servants had already transformed the balcony into a romantic haven. Red roses were scattered across the floor, mingling with crimson balloons, while soft golden lights glowed from the disco bulbs above. Two chairs and a small round table sat at the center, set with two plates of food, a bottle of wine, and two glasses.
A sweet smile curved Ariel's lips.
"Wow," she exclaimed softly. "This is beautiful."
Horace smiled at the sound of her voice.
"Come, let's sit." He took her hand and led her toward the chairs.
