I nodded, my throat dry, and she left the room, leaving me alone.
The door creaked open and the young woman returned. She moved with easy grace, a mask of polite professionalism on her face.
I cleared my throat, determined to get some answers. ‘What services do you provide?’
She raised an eyebrow, curiosity and mild amusement mixed in her expression. ‘If you’re here, you should know by now.’
Her tone was calm, almost rehearsed, but it got on my nerves. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, my voice sharper. ‘That’s why I’m asking.’
She tilted her head as if considering my words. ‘If you say so,’ she murmured, her words cryptic.
My frustration spilled out. I rummaged through my phone and pulled out a picture of Denton and held it out to her. ‘This man. He was here?’
For a moment, her composure wavered. Her gaze darted to the screen and something indecipherable appeared on her face. Then she smiled weakly. ‘You’ll find out soon enough,’ she said.
‘What does that mean?’ I demanded, but she retreated to the door, ignoring my question. ‘Wait here,’ she commanded before slipping out again.
The silence that followed was unbearable. My mind was racing, imagining all the worst-case scenarios. Had Denton lied to me? Was this woman keeping some kind of secret?
Suddenly the silence was broken by a noise. The door swung open and a wave of people rushed into the room, their cheers echoing through the room.
Confetti rained down on me, and my heart raced in confusion. I recognised faces – friends, relatives, even my own children and nephews. Dylan and Ella ran towards me, laughing and tossing handfuls of colourful paper into the air.
‘Mummy, surprise!’ squeaked Ella, jumping into my lap.
I looked round confusedly as Denton appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in a strict dinner jacket and carried a bouquet of dark red roses. He was smiling widely and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
‘Denton?’ I stuttered, my voice barely audible over the commotion.
He walked over and knelt down in front of me, holding out the roses. ‘Happy tenth birthday, dear,’ he said quietly.
Behind him, a large banner unfurled. It read, ‘Happy Tenth Anniversary!’ in bold letters.
It took my breath away as I realised it wasn’t a betrayal. It wasn’t a betrayal. It was…a surprise.
Denton took my hand and helped me to my feet. ‘I bet you have a million questions,’ he said in a playful tone.
‘That’s putting it mildly,’ I replied, my voice trembling but with relief audible in it.
He grinned, glancing at the young woman who was now standing, smiling, by the door. ‘I knew you’d find that note and couldn’t resist following up on the clues.’
I blinked, still not understanding what was going on. ‘A note? The phone call? All of it?’
‘It was all part of the plan,’ he said, squeezing my hand. ‘This house is like the place where we first met. Do you remember? That summer by the sea?’
My eyes widened at the flood of memories. The sandy beaches, the salty breeze, the way it made me laugh until my sides ached. ‘I… I can’t believe you remembered,’ I whispered.
‘How could I forget?’ – he said, his voice soft. ‘I wanted to do something special. Something you’ll never forget.’
The kids tugged at my arm, their excitement bubbling.
‘Mum, we were in on it too!’ said Dylan proudly. ‘Daddy said it was a secret game and we had to wait here until you showed up!’
Ella nodded enthusiastically. ‘We were supposed to throw confetti!’
I laughed, and the tension in my chest finally eased. ‘You two did great.’
Denton gestured at the young woman. ‘And this is Rebecca. She works for a company that organises parties like this one.’
Rebecca stepped forward, smiling. ‘Your husband has a fertile imagination. I was happy to help.’
As the evening progressed, Denton explained how he rented the mansion for the day and coordinated everything with our friends and family.
‘I wanted to remind you how it all started,’ he said as we sat together and the kids played nearby. ‘Life gets busy, and sometimes we forget to take a step back and appreciate what we’ve built.’
I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at him. ‘I can’t believe I doubted you,’ I admitted. ‘I let my thoughts get to the worst places.’
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. ‘I wanted to keep it mysterious, but I may have overdone it a little.’
‘A little,’ I teased, smiling through my tears.
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