Fred grinned and laughed when Rupert started dancing her around the room, feeling a bit like a princess about to go to the ball with her handsome prince. Resting her hand on his shoulder, she looked up into his eyes. "You look wonderful too," she told him. "I don't often get to dress up like this
( ... )
"It's a private club," Giles explained to Fred as he led her down the stairs. "It was established in the 1800's for the writers and artists to have a place to go. Jane Austen actually spent quite a bit of time there when she was here." When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Giles went to the front door and opened it for Fred
( ... )
Fred felt her excitement growing when Rupert told her where they were going while they drove into Bath. Of all the places she had thought they might be going, a place like that would never have crossed her mind. But she supposed she would have to get used to being surprised by such things. The Giles family and the Council obviously had connections that she had never dreamed of.
When he told her he sang, however, she found that she probably wouldn't get used to all the surprises she was sure were going to be in store for her as his wife.
"No, you didn't mention it," she said, grinning at him. The valet helped her out of the car, and once Rupert had come around the car to join her, she tucked her arm in his as they walked toward the entrace while the valet took the car to park it. Given that she loved just hearing him speak, she could just imagine how wonderful his singing voice had to be. "Will you sing for me sometime? I would love to hear you."
Giles took Fred to the front door and waited for the doorman to open it for them. "Of course I will," he said, stepping inside. Once inside, they were shown to their table, which was in the corner of the room, away from all the other tables. Giles had asked to be placed there so Fred and him could have some privacy.
The waiter came over and filled their glass tumblers before setting the menus on the table before walking off. "They have excellent pasta here," he said before taking a drink of water. He looked over at Fred and smiled. The candle that was sitting in the middle of the table seemed to be making her glow and Giles couldn't help but to stare at her beauty. "You're so beautiful."
He reached across the table and took her hand into his. "I'm so happy you agreed to be my wife," he said, interlinking his fingers with hers. "I promise to give you everything your heart desires, love. Anything at all."
Fred looked around at the dining area of club - she had never been in anything so ornate. It was almost like walking into one of those movies she sometimes would watch late at night with her mother when she couldn't sleep over worry about a test or some other thing.
She smiled at him as they looked through the menus for a moment - the pasta he recommended sounded good, so she closed the menu again and set it aside as he took her hand.
"Everything I've ever wanted, I think I have now," she told him, looking down at their fingers. "I have you, a job I'm really loving, a wonderful place to live, a puppy. What more could a girl ask for? I know we'll have children when the time is right."
The waiter returned and took their orders before disappearing again. With the lights so low, it seemed that only the almost indistiguishable sounds of the others in the club chatting were the only sign that they weren't completely alone.
"What about you? Is there anything more you want?"
After ordering himself a pasta dish, Giles looked over at Fred as spoke. She was truly happy and he was partly responsible for that happiness. He smiled and squeezed her hand. "I just want a lifetime of loving you and being your husband, best friend and father of your children. And I want to make you happy. That's all. Nothing else really matters except for you," he said before laughing. "Besides my books. I've been with my books for a long time. But I'd save you in fire before the books
( ... )
Fred laughed when Rupert promised that he'd save her before his books in a fire. "That's good to know. Although I'd help you save your books if I could. I'd hate to see them destroyed too, especially since you've been with them for so long
( ... )
Giles was grateful that Fred agreed with him about the wedding. He'd seen some of the weddings Sara Jane had done and they were a bit godly. At least in his opinion they were. He really couldn't picture Fred wearing a ten foot long train on her wedding dress while white doves fluttered around her head. Giles knew he wanted something small. Just a few people and nothing more
( ... )
"The end of the month sounds perfect," she said, taking another sip of her wine. She knew her parents would be ready to fly out anytime - especially since the school year had ended yesterday. "I think I should be able to find a wedding dress by then since I wasn't exactly planning on visiting every shop in the country. I just want something simple. I should be able to find that fairly easily
( ... )
Giles listened to Fred as she named off everyone that was invited to the wedding. “The list sounds complete,” he said with a nod. The waiter came back and placed their dishes down and Giles had to bite his lip to get from laughing at what Fred said. When the waiter walked away, he let out a small giggle and looked over at Fred.
“I think I rather like you being bossy,” he said with mischief in his eyes. He squeezed her hand and then started on his food. “This is quite good.” He took a sip of his wine and took a breadstick out of the basket the waiter had left. “Now that we have the date settled, how about a honeymoon?” He tore a piece of his breadstick off and dipped it into the sauce that was lathering his pasta.
After swallowing it, Giles continued to speak. “I was thinking New Zealand? Or maybe even Ireland. Of course we won’t be able to go on a honeymoon straightaway considering we have a lot of work at the Council to do but perhaps in a month or so we could.”
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When he told her he sang, however, she found that she probably wouldn't get used to all the surprises she was sure were going to be in store for her as his wife.
"No, you didn't mention it," she said, grinning at him. The valet helped her out of the car, and once Rupert had come around the car to join her, she tucked her arm in his as they walked toward the entrace while the valet took the car to park it. Given that she loved just hearing him speak, she could just imagine how wonderful his singing voice had to be. "Will you sing for me sometime? I would love to hear you."
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The waiter came over and filled their glass tumblers before setting the menus on the table before walking off. "They have excellent pasta here," he said before taking a drink of water. He looked over at Fred and smiled. The candle that was sitting in the middle of the table seemed to be making her glow and Giles couldn't help but to stare at her beauty. "You're so beautiful."
He reached across the table and took her hand into his. "I'm so happy you agreed to be my wife," he said, interlinking his fingers with hers. "I promise to give you everything your heart desires, love. Anything at all."
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She smiled at him as they looked through the menus for a moment - the pasta he recommended sounded good, so she closed the menu again and set it aside as he took her hand.
"Everything I've ever wanted, I think I have now," she told him, looking down at their fingers. "I have you, a job I'm really loving, a wonderful place to live, a puppy. What more could a girl ask for? I know we'll have children when the time is right."
The waiter returned and took their orders before disappearing again. With the lights so low, it seemed that only the almost indistiguishable sounds of the others in the club chatting were the only sign that they weren't completely alone.
"What about you? Is there anything more you want?"
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“I think I rather like you being bossy,” he said with mischief in his eyes. He squeezed her hand and then started on his food. “This is quite good.” He took a sip of his wine and took a breadstick out of the basket the waiter had left. “Now that we have the date settled, how about a honeymoon?” He tore a piece of his breadstick off and dipped it into the sauce that was lathering his pasta.
After swallowing it, Giles continued to speak. “I was thinking New Zealand? Or maybe even Ireland. Of course we won’t be able to go on a honeymoon straightaway considering we have a lot of work at the Council to do but perhaps in a month or so we could.”
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