Tonight Cas wanted to take out Bonnie out to a fancy French restaurant. He had demanded for her dress up formally, matching a fine lady. When she had asked what the occasion was he had told her it would be a surprise. His reaction caused her to giggle, but, nevertheless she obeyed, and accomplished his request, clothing herself in a beautiful short red evening gown. Next, she began to fix her hair, which was done easily as she just let her red curls hung loosely around her shoulders. Additionally, she put on a little make up, wanting to have a decent look; a tad of rouge, mascara and red lipstick would be enough.
After she was finished, she slipped into a pair of dark heels, grabbed her small black purse, and went downstairs, meeting her handsome boyfriend in a tuxedo, all dressed up neatly. He showered her with kisses and compliments, which she both returned gladly.
Then they set off, heading to their destination. Bonnie sat on the passenger seat, clutching her little purse, and looking out of the window with a happy gleam in her eyes. The petite redhead was very excited about this date as they didn’t go on such special dates regularly, just if there was a particular event. But, Cas had mentioned there wasn’t a specific reason for this formal date. Bonnie decided not to dwell onto that subject, she would find out sooner or later what the cause behind this extraordinary date was.
She was right. Eventually, the little witch discovered the truth. Cas had taken her out to this expensive place to purpose to her. It happened after they both had eaten their meal. He suddenly stood up, just to get down on one knee. Oh my Gosh! Bonnie thought, alarmed. He was kneeling down in front of her. Was he honestly going to propose to her? She received her answer when he popped the question, asking her hand for marriage.
“Oh, my God! Cas, I…” She trailed off as suddenly tears welled up in her eyes, though tears from happiness, of course. Bonnie couldn’t help, but spill tears, being not in control of her body at that moment. By now, they had gathered viewers, who were watching the pretty pair.
After a moment, she got up, her hands covering her mouth in awe, and a look of pure adoration and tenderness was directed to Casanova. Finally, which felt like forever, but probably were a few moments, she spoke up, happily, “Of course, Cas. Yes, yes, yes. All the yes in all the worlds. I’d love to be your wife.” Once he rose to his feet, she threw herself at him, her arms circling his neck, and her mouth attacking his soft lips, kissing him ardently, like she was a thirsty traveler in the desert and he was the only source of water, and not a Fata Morgana.
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