TYING HER hair into a half ponytail, Valerie looked at herself in the mirror; finding that everything about her looked good. She had on a red dress that wasn't frilly, but it showed off her curves in all the right places. Her hair was wavy and it didn't look like she had just woke up or anything like that.

Days like today were good. It didn't frustrate her. Because when it came to clothes, she didn't have to remember where she bought them --- all she had to do was just simply wear them.

Smelling the hot steams of food being cooked, Valerie walked downstairs, wondering what this man (whatever his name was) had made.

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      Walking down the staircase, the smell of cooked sausage wavered through Valerie's nose. Dylan smiled the minute she was at the last step. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her red dress.

"Good morning," he said once again. "here's your brekky." smoothly, as Valerie sat down, Dylan placed a small kiss to the top of her head. Quizzically, Valerie knit her eyebrows, wondering why he kissed her head. Shaking it off, she began to eat, enjoying the flavorful food in her mouth.

And she didn't have a single clue as to what Dylan was planning for the day. And he wanted to keep it that way. . .