There are few moments in someone’s life where they can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on them.
One of those moments? A first date.
Imagine, if you will, all the preparation that goes into it.
The planning.
From when and where to meet, to what the couple will do upon meeting, to what the appropriate attire will be.
After all, you mustn’t look bad on your first date.
You don’t get a second chance at a first impression.
And so, you find yourself on the night of the big date, going through your wardrobe for just the right set of clothes.
You figure the task should be simple enough, until you realize just how important this date really is.
After all, this new lover could be the one you stay with forever.
A fairly simple plan of action turns into a long, laborious mess…until you find it.
The perfect outfit.
You’re ecstatic to find it, hoping it will drop the jaw of your lover when you meet.
Dressed to impress, you arrive at the arranged meeting place at the agreed time…but your lover is nowhere to be seen.
And that’s when it hits you.
You spent so long picking out the perfect attire for the occasion, that the moment it was made for has long since passed.
You were so hung up on what to wear, that you’re left all alone to cry, the tears falling onto that outfit.
All that dress, and no one to impress.
And if there’s anyone that knows how to pick out a fine dress, it’s my Narcy-doll.
That’s why you needed that material you had me track down, isn’t it?
You cheeky, clever girl.
I know you like making neat threads, so it shouldn’t surprise me you wanted to make a special dress just for this occasion.
This first date we’re about to have at Ring of Dreams.
But you musn’t keep me waiting, Narcy-doll.
You have strung me along every step of the way, and I have enjoyed every moment of it.
But you promised me a date, my dear.
And it’s time to make good on that promise.
I’ve heard it said that love is patient, but mine is running fresh out.
And the last thing I want to do is get angry…or leave.
But if you keep holding me much too much longer, I will have no choice.
Because that feeling of absolute hopeless romance doesn’t last forever.
And if it fades away before you arrive?
You will find yourself all alone, sweetie.
Wondering why your lover finally had enough of the plotting and scheming.
Why he finally walked away.
And that’s when you find yourself crying onto the beautiful outfit you’ve made.
Realizing that it won’t impress a man that’s gone.
And who will you turn to?
The people will see you for who you really are.
They will demand that Colt Ramsey gets his sweet revenge.
And you’ve got to give the people what they want.