Dante: Telling Her

At home, I send Emmi through to her room to clean up as I walk into the kitchen and check everything.

“Okay, get out there set up while we get ready.” I walk off, trusting that they will do a good job. We all need to change and be ready, and I’m hoping this makes her feel like she can trust us. I hope so, anyway.

After getting changed and showered, I walk out. Then, going to her room, I open the door and peek my head around.

“Something hot, think of a party, elegant, sexy, that sort of thing.” I want her to take a little longer getting ready. Turning, I shut the door.

“All sorted and set up. So we just go with the flow?” Zane asks.

“Yes, because even if we plan this, we will fuck up, so we just go with it. Sit, eat the meal, then tell her.” It is a perfect plan. Walking through, I smile, seeing the rose petals on the floor. Every now and then, a full rose lays waiting. We all stand by the table and wait.

I hear her door first, then her footsteps. She stops. “Pick them up,” I call thro