William Roses Short Story

I grin, twirling in front of the mirror, checking for creases on my dress, but when I notice one on my back, my smile falters and my eyebrows furrow in annoyance. I check the time and realize that it is too late to iron it now, William will be here any minute. William loves you, he will not care about a miniscule wrinkle on your dress, I remind myself.

I hastily put on the diamond encrusted earrings he gifted me with on our second anniversary, and give myself a final glance before running to the door upon hearing the sound of the doorbell. I skip down the stair feeling giddy inside. Three years into our marriage and I still feel like a teenage girl who just laid her eyes on the school’s football captain.

I suck in a deep breath and unlock the door. In front of me, William stands with a massive bouquet of roses covering his entire head. He lowers the boutonniere and gives me his million dollar smile.

I hold the roses closely and step aside giving him space to enter.

“I missed you today,” I admit and put the roses in the already water filled vase. It was a tradition for William to get me a huge set of roses on every anniversary, so to save time I always have the vase ready. I turn back to look at William who's already staring at me. My cheeks turn a rosy color in return.

“Come on, we wouldn’t want to miss our reservation now will we?” he inquires and holds out his arm for me. I tangle my arms with his and head out.

“Oh and just for the record Mrs. Davis, you look beautiful,” he compliments and opens the car’s door for me.

“Thank you Mr. Davis, you little flatterer,” I laugh it off in hopes of masking the butterflies fluttering in my