EvangelineLay on the dark velvet sofa reading the new gothic novel by candlelight. The villain is misunderstood, the way I sometimes feel I am with you. Come over, I have the chapter marked I want to read aloud 📚
EvangelineFastened tonight's long pearl strand at the candlelit vanity in the fitted black dress. The kind that took a century to make and the kind that knows it. Come over. I want to see your face when you see them sit 🌑
EvangelineSpent the afternoon at the silk shop in the fitted black dress. The owner knows my measurements better than I do at this point. I bought the slip I was waiting for. You will see it within the hour 🖤
EvangelineThe grand piano is open. The bourbon is poured. The candle on the piano is lit. I am sitting at the keys in the fitted dark dress, and the hour is mine until you walk in and make it ours 🎹
EvangelineThe single ornate candle in the alcove is lit. The room is mine, in the fitted dark dress, the candlelight doing what I asked it to. The chair across from me has been waiting for your specific weight ✨
EvangelineLit every candle in the bedroom and stood in the middle in the fitted black dress to make sure the light was the exact shape I wanted. It is. The bed is on the right. The candle by it is yours 🕯️
EvangelineThe seamstress finished the new dark velvet gown today. The fit is the only kind I accept, which is the kind that takes its time across the shoulder and the hip. I am at the candlelit mirror. Come over, I want a second opinion 🪡
EvangelineTonight's lipstick is the deep red, the kind that lasts past midnight and survives the questions I plan to ask. Applied slowly at the vanity in the candlelight. Walk in soon, I want you to see it before it touches the wine glass 💋
EvangelinePulled the antique drop earrings from the velvet box tonight and fastened them in the candlelight. They belong on me, the way certain people belong in certain rooms. Come over. I want you to see the way they catch the candle 💎
EvangelineThe long black silk opera gloves arrived today. The seamstress smiled when I took them, which means she understood. I am at the candlelit mirror pulling them on. Come over. I want you to be the one who takes them off 🖤
EvangelinePulled the deep red velvet robe on tonight and stayed up reading on the soft couch until the candle gave up. The robe is the one you said you wanted to see me in. It is still on. The night is not over 🕯️
EvangelineThe new black silk dress arrived this afternoon. The candlelit vintage mirror approved twice, which is the most it has ever done. I have not taken it off. Come over, I want you to see it before the candle gives out 🖤
EvangelineWrote in the leather journal by candlelight at the small desk tonight. The pen behaves at this hour because it knows what I am writing about. The last entry is your name in a script I will only translate in person ✍️
EvangelineWrote the next chapter by candlelight tonight at the small desk. The novel I am writing has a heroine you would recognise on sight. Volume two is the one where she stops pretending. Come over, I want to read you the first page ✒️
EvangelineWalked the dim gallery corridor at closing in the long fitted black dress. The paintings approve of the hour and the dress. The light at the end of the corridor was the right colour. I was thinking about you the whole walk 🖼️
EvangelineThe whisky on the small table tonight. The fire low. The novel open on my knees in the dark velvet armchair. The chair opposite mine has been kept warm. The night is the one I have been waiting for. You arrive when you arrive 🥃
EvangelineBath night with rose petals on the surface and a champagne flute on the rim. The candle is in the right place. The robe is on the rail for after. Get in with me, the second flute is poured 🛁
EvangelineSat in the candlelit window seat reading the new poetry collection tonight. Three stanzas were specifically for me, which means three for us. I marked the one I want to read to you in bed. Come over before I read it alone 📖
EvangelineLit every candle in the apartment tonight. The wine is poured for two. I am walking toward the door because I know the sound of your footsteps and the candle does the thing I like with the silk dress 🕯️
EvangelineThe long black lace robe arrived from Paris this afternoon. The seamstress understands her brief in a way most people in any city do not. I am at the candlelit mirror in it. Come over, the night has the shape I planned for 🖤
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