Chapter 50: The Surprise Date

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"Okay," I sighed, eyes narrowed as I typed away on my laptop. "I can finish this manuscript. I will finish it and I will not die."

Samara briskly entered the kitchen as I continued to type, sitting at the island on a padded blue stool. She went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle and cocked a brow. "Are you talking to yourself?"

I nodded my head. "I need to encourage myself to keep writing or I'll never finish this bloody book."

"Right," Sam answered slowly and peered over my shoulder. "You spelt the wrong there. It should be their."

I paused and searched for my error but couldn't find it. When I realized that Sam was kidding, I smacked her arm. "Don't do that! I have been working on this chapter for the past three days and I'm going crazy!"

Samara chuckled and took a sip of her drink. "Why don't you take a break?"

I scoffed at the idea and mumbled, "A couple minute break is for published authors who have contracts. I need to get this done soon or I'm going to end up calling it quits and will never be published."

"Well, if you don't get published, at least you have your trust fund," she shrugged.

I rolled my eyes in response and continued to type. Sam sat with me for a bit, sipping her water and scrolling through her Twitter feed.

She may have a point, but I chose to ignore it. Having a trust fund may be a good thing, but I don't want to use it as an excuse not to try and make it in the writing world. I may not be the next J.K Rowling, but I could be somebody.

"Look at my princess, hard at work," Nathan teased as he entered the kitchen. He came over to me and gave me a kind kiss on the lips and smiled. "You should take a break, you've been writing non-stop for two weeks."

"No-"

"Don't bother trying," Samara cut in, sounding bored. "She wouldn't take one when I suggested it, there's no way she'll take one if you suggest it."

I stuck my tongue out at my friend and she rolled her eyes, meanwhile, Nathan began to pull something out of his hoodies' pocket. His face read mischief and I was immediately worried. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing," he answered, shaking his head and pretending to be innocent - as if he wasn't about to pull something out of his pocket. Finally he pulled whatever he had in his pocket and shoved it right in my face. "For my Lady."

I blushed as he handed me a bundle of vibrant red mini carnations. I blushed probably as red as the flowers and gingerly accepted them. "What are these for?"

Nathan grinned. "To signal it's the beginning of our date."

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at Samara but she looked as lost as I was. "What date?"

"Our surprise date," he smiled cheekily. "There's everything you need to get ready upstairs, Sam can help you if you want."

Samara and I shared a look and without questioning my boyfriend, we went upstairs.

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"Holy crap, why did he get you ball gown?" Samara asked in astonishment.

I shook my head. "Your guess is as good as mine."

We stood over the bed where Nathan had placed a light blue ball gown that had a strapless top and had tiny sewn on flowers whereas the bottom was a classic tulle flare that also had tiny sewn on flowers crawling up from the bottom and waistline. Beside the ball gown was white high heels that tied off at the ankle and a matching clutch.

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