Mysterious Letters

I sigh in bliss and tap a short rhythm on the steering wheel before I exit the car.

“Pleasant evening, sir. This way,” I nod, keeping my hands buried as I follow the woman in uniform to a secluded area surrounded by a well-cut bush wall. As I cut the corner, I smile in satisfaction, seeing that everything is where I want it. “Good. Follow me back to the car for the check once I'm ready,” she nods, and with a polite bow, she excuses herself, leaving me alone in the middle of the hedge plants.

I'm a forgiven man already. I just know it.

The fairy lights hanging around in the bush are beautifully organized. The soft sofas and cushions match the color scheme of nature, and I'm liking it very much. The man-made waterfall provides a soft sound of flowing water, something I know Monique will love. Not to mention, when it's time to eat, I make sure to order a wide variety of food and room service so we can stay overnight.