Precisely six o’clock. Mr. Sokolov was home, but with flowers and a box with a tiny delicate bow. Marjorie, thinking she must be dreaming again, just stood in the opening room of their home. The room was large, but at this moment, she felt as though she were the only item in the room. “Freshen up! We are going to dinner.” Announced Mr. Sokolov.
After changing Sebastian’s clothes, Marjorie slipped into a little black dress, carefully re applied her lipstick, and gently pulled a few loose hairs behind her ear. At that very moment Mr. Sokolov approached her from behind and clasped the most beautiful diamond necklace around her neck. Handing her the box, he said: “Open it, there are matching earrings inside.”
Arriving at the restaurant, a restaurant you need reservations months in advance, valet parked the car and didn’t even stand two minutes inside before being seated. Moments later, the server approached with Marjorie’s favorite wine. Not the cheap wine she secretly drinks at home. In no time, without even ordering, they were being served course, after course, after course. Tending to Sebastian, Marjorie noticed her husband just staring at her with a smile she had not seen for quite a while, and out of nowhere: “Marjorie, you are a wonderful mother, and look absolutely beautiful.”
After dinner and arriving at home, Mr. Sokolov waited for Marjorie to bathe and put Sebastian to bed. He wasn’t sitting in his chair though. He was standing by the wine closet with two glasses of wine poured and the envelope from earlier in the evening. She slowly walked toward him, and the exact same way Viktor had in her dream, Mr. Sokolov pulled her close to his chest and just starred in her eyes. Kissing her forehead and releasing her from his embrace he handed Marjorie the envelope.
To be continued…