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Night was approaching. Then sun was beginning to set.
An orange glow was slowly painting the sky. Moon’s shadow crept out
of hiding and laid faded in the backdrop. It was a beautiful
picture. Like a painting on the wall, one that Elizabeth liked to paint.
The two were both on time for this date. Lucky sat in
the boxcar, waiting anxiously. Butterflies were swarming throughout his
body.
"Soon," he thought.
Elizabeth was feeling the same. Her walk was slow , then
fast. She was in a hurry to meet Lucky. She wanted to tell him tonight.
She would she said. It was only the 174th time today.
She smiled. He was in her head. She was glowing, radiant. She didn’t
know what Lucky had planned, but she couldn’t wait.
He took one last look in the mirror. He was checking to
see how he looked. He wanted to look perfect for her. He wanted the
night to be perfect. A night to remember he thought.
A night to remember it would be...
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"And now for the weather," said Jackie Walters. The news
had been delayed because of a baseball game that ran into extra
innings. Normally, the news would not be shown, but it
was 7, and the news was better than what was supposed to be on.
She turned to Derrick Chase. You could perceive his inexperience.
You could see his nervousness. He had never studied
something like Isis in his life. She was something that
couldn’t be studied. But he knew his optimistic forecast 24 hours ago was
fatally wrong. Isis would storm through Port Charles.
That was being proven right now...
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"Hey," Liz said, peeking her head into the boxcar.
"Hi!" Lucky lit up. His smiled was blinding almost. She
felt her head go woozy. He was what she wanted. She knew it now
more than ever.
"You look nice," he said. "You always do."
She blushed.
"Thanks."
He was right. She was dressed in a blue gown almost. It
was a dress, but it flowed wonderfully over her. Her hair was down,
every strand interweaving with another. She wore earrings
and a necklace. She looked like a goddess he thought.
"Thought I told ya not to dress up," he laughed.
"This isn’t dressed up"
"I know," he laughed. She felt her head go light again.
His heart was thumping. He wanted to grab her in his arms
now, at that second. He wanted to hold her. To kiss her. To let her
know.
"But you look really beautiful," he told her.
She paused and smiled, almost shyly. She had been told that before, but Lucky meant it and she knew that.
"So what’s this top secret dinner thing you told me to come over for?"
"You’ll see," he smirked slyly.
"OK. Well, when do we start?"
He looked down at the ground. Rising, he extended his elbow, "Right now."
She slid her arms into his. They were like the walking
couple, an aura they had given before. People thought they were perfect
for each other. They said it too. Oh how cute they are
one said. They are magnificent said another.
But they had never seen that yet. They had seen the friendship,
but nothing more than that. But that was changing. He walked
her down the path. The clearness of the evening was extraordinary.
They could see the stars later that night. They would.
They reached the tree. It hid the secret. Lucky slowly
hoisted it upward. He took her hand and guided her through. She stepped
onto the sand that surrounded the creek. She looked to
her left. Candles sitting by a basket. A blanket covering a spot near the
creek where they could see the sky. Her face turned to
the right. There was a bucket. It was filled with ice, two glasses and
a
champagne bottle filled with Coke.
Elizabeth laughed at the bottle. He had outdone himself she thought. This is so sweet she said to herself.
"Does he feel the same way? He must," she thought.
It was magic for her. She turned to him.
"So, ya like it?"
"Like it?"
"Yeah."
"Are you kidding me Lucky Spencer?" she said. "I love it!"
She meant it. He knew it.
"No one has ever done something like this for me."
She walked over to the basket. It was filled with dinner.
"Did you make this?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said.
Oh my God Liz, what is going on here?" she mind yelled. "What does this mean? What am I thinking?"
Her mind was going berserk. She was at a loss for words.
He walked over to her and took her hand. He led her to the blanket
and pointed a finger to it.
"Would you care to have a seat?" he asked.
"Why thank you," she replied.
She was beaming. This was better than the dinner at the
No-Name restaurant she said to herself. This was all done from his
heart she thought.
He set her down gently, like a delicate porcelain figure. He sat down beside her.
"Lucky," she started, "Why did you do this?"
"Because I wanted to," he said. "I thought you’d like it."
"I do. A lot."
He reached for the basket. She grabbed the bucket and
cups. There were actual wine glasses. She held the glasses while he
poured. The foam reached the top and slowly abated. The
basket was between them.
"Well, shall we toast?" she asked.
"Sure."
"OK. To us."
She raised her glass. He raised his.
"To us," he agreed.
The glasses clinked. They each took a sip. She was staring at him while she was drinking. Her eyes stayed