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as katherine heigl; pb

Myself: Perfection. that was the only thought that filled her head as she gazed into the mirror. Her hair had done exactly what she'd pictured. Her make-up looked like that of a cover girl. She blotted her lipstick; the final touch. She'd picked the perfect outfit. She glanced at the clock, he was running late though she'd expected him to He'd never been on time. She chuckled softly, fashionably late, he liked to call it. Her feet padded over the plush carpeting in her New York loft, she sat upon her unmade bed and slipped her feet into red heels. They accented her black dress with the plunged neckline. The doorbell sounded through her place, startling her slightly, suddenly her outfit, her hair, her make up, they weren't so perfect. She nervously stood up, drew in a deep breath and made her way towards the door. One more breath. She opened the door, ``Hello.`` If he hadn't been in front of her, he would have just heard the smile in her voice.

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Myself: After he stepped inside she led him towards the terrace where she'd prepared a dinner for two. Candle light filled the darkness, the scent of apple cinnamon filled the air. She'd had the food sitting in the center of the table, it looked like it'd come right off of the cooking network. Roasted potatoes and assorted vegetables were strategically placed under a large roast beef. She allowed him to pull the chair out for her, seating herself slowly with her ankles crossed just as her mother had always taught her. ``I am so happy you were able to come tonight. I've been wanting to see you outside of work for a long time.`` She spoke softly in what most referred to as her "bedroom voice"