DING
The gold elevator doors opened, and Beau put his hand out towards Marigold, saying, "Ready to go up?" She grabbed his hand, and they entered the elevator, watching the doors automatically shut behind her. Inside the elevator, they saw gold walls and a silver railing that circled the entire elevator walls. The floors were carpeted, and the color of the carpeting was red. Next to the elevator doors was a set of buttons that went all the way up to 50 and above the elevator doors was a black electrical sign that told you what floor you were on. She stood next to the buttons, asking, "What floor?" He answered, saying, "The 50th floor." She pressed the button, looking at it light up bright yellow. She looked back at Beau, saying, "You booked us for the top floor?" He said, "Yes, of course I booked us for the top floor. It's the best floor to be on. It's very private and secluded and the best part about it is, it's extremely quiet. You don't hear any noise." She said, "Well, I've never been on the top floor at a hotel before… I don't think I've ever been to a hotel, let alone a hotel as fancy as this before." He smiled and said, "Well I'm glad I'm able to take you on your first vacation outside the country and I'm glad I'm able to set you up to be staying on the top floor."
They watched the sign as the numbers on the sign changed going up until finally the elevator stopped at 50.
DING
The doors to the elevator opened, and Marigold and Beau got off the elevator entering the hotel's hallway. In the hallway they saw cool gray walls, white doors that had circle black key card sensors on them to you could unlock and next to the door were numbers that told you what room you would be going into, windows that overlooked the city on the other wall on the hallway, warm gray carpeting that had a swirl design on it, white ceilings that had circular lights built into it, and smoke detectors that went straight down the ceiling in a line all the way down to the end of the hallway.
Beau said, "Alright, our room is 5020. It should just be straight down the hallway." He walked down the hallway while Marigold followed close behind him. He looked at the number that were sitting next to the doors until finally he found 5020. He looked at her and said, "Alright, we're here. I really hope you like it, Marigold. I tried to pick out the best room they had and I tried to make sure the room would be something you would feel comfortable in… But if you don't like it please let me know and I'll have us moved to a different room at once." She smiled and said, "Beau, this is the first time anyone has ever taken me to a fancy hotel. You don't have to stress or worry about if I'll like the room or not. It would be so ungrateful and quite childish to complain about a room you spent so much money and time to get for us. Whatever you the room looks like, whatever you got for me, I just want you to know I'm happy with it." Beau chuckled, asking, "How can you be happy with something I haven't shown you yet?" She answered, saying, "Because the thought you put on getting me these things makes whatever room you got for us automatically beautiful. The fact that you would take so much time to give to me… Beau, I will love whatever room I get… I will love whatever is inside because you did it for me." A soft smile came on to Beau's face as he thought, 'She's amazing. She's an amazing human being, an amazing woman… No woman that has ever interacted with me has ever said something like Marigold had. Marigold just puts every other woman to shame. She is literally so amazing. A woman that has completely stolen my heart." He took out the hotel key, out of his pocket, swiped it to the sensor opening up the door, and they entered the room with Beau closing the door behind them.
Inside the room there was blue carpeting that had a warm gray trellis design on it, 3 warm gray walls, one blue accent wall that had a white fireplace attached to it, two queen sized beds that had a white comforter and blue pillows, 4 silver colored globe chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, a 70 inch flat screen TV that hung above the fireplace, a gray dresser that at next to one of the gray walls, a love seat that sat in front of a rectangular glass coffee table and that both (the table and the love seat) sat in front of the fireplace, a door leading to their own private bathroom, another door that led to the closet, a body mirror that hung on the wall, a gray sofa chair that sat in a corner of the room but was in sight of the television (so you could see the TV), windows that overlooked looked the city, abstract wall art that hung around the room, and a gray table that had a black work chair sitting by it. On top of one of the beds sat 4 boxes wrapped up in green wrapping paper.
She looked around, her eyes lighting up as she set her clothes on the bed with the boxes on it. She looked at Beau with a smile from ear to ear on her face, and she said, "Oh Beau, how could you think I wouldn't like this room. Everything here is so beautiful, so stunning. It's like I'm a princess in a fairytale or something. Everything is like a dream come true. Why, you really went full out. You really gave me the best… Oh Beau, I truly appreciate it… You are so sweet." Beau smiled at her, saying, "I'm glad you like the room. I was worried you wouldn't like it." She said, "You don't have to worry about me. I love this room, this is a dream come true." Beau chuckled, saying, "I'm glad the room has you so excited. I'm glad you are happy with the room. Now Miss Marigold, are you going to open your gifts?" She said, "What gifts?" He smiled, saying, "You couldn't possibly have thought that those gifts on the bed were for me. I called ahead to make sure that all the gifts I ordered for you would be wrapped up and ready to go for you." She placed her hand on her chest while she thought to herself, 'He really went full out for. He bought me presents on top of the gifts he already got me and the clothing he bought me. All these things he's doing for me… I can't believe it… I can't believe him. How willing he is to give me the best he can give me… How he treats me so sweetly… How he's always willing to give to me and give me the best he has to offer… He is amazing…' She walked over to the bed, grabbed one of the presents, and sat on the bed while she held the present in her hands. He smiled at her while saying, "Open it, and if you don't like it, I can always return it and get you something else."
She slowly unwrapped the present, taking off the lid to the present box and pulling out a black, knee-length, high waisted dress with a gold belt attached to it. She held the dress up while he said, "What do you think? Do you like it?" She looked at the dress, as tears filled her eyes, and she thought, 'It's so beautiful. Why does he do these things for me? Why does he get me so many wonderful things for no reason. He spoils me… Why?' He looked at her eyes, seeing them fill with tears, walked over to her, sat next to her, and asked, "What's wrong?" She dropped the dress into her lap, covered her eyes (with her hands), and began crying into them. He grabbed her, holding her into his arms, while saying, "Marigold, what's wrong? I thought what I got you would make you happy. I didn't mean to make you feel upset." She hugged him while saying, "It's not the gift, I love the gift it's just… it's just… it's just…" He looked into her eyes, wiping the tears off of her cheeks, and said, "What is it Marigold? What has you in tears?" She said, "It's just… You've done all of this for me. You took me out, paid for me to be on a first class flight, paid for us to be in a 5 star hotel on the top floor, got us a room with two seperate beds to make me comfortable, brought me here to Paris, you even got me new clothes. You've done all of this without being asked and without complaining about it. You have given me so much, and you continue to give me so much, and I haven't even done a single thing for you. All I've done is not give you a chance. I didn't let you explain yourself or your side of the story, but I blamed you for everything. I completely bashed you, and yet you are still willing to give me the best without complaining about it. You are so sweet and so kind… Why are you doing these things for me? Why are you so good to me even after everything I did?" He touched her face, smiling at her, feeling her embrace his touch. She looked into his eyes and he said, "Marigold, you keep blaming yourself for everything, thinking that you had no reason to act or feel the way you did… But Marigold you had every right to feel the way you felt and you had every right to act the way you acted… I couldn't imagine being taken away from my home, being sold by my own father whom I supported the majority of my life to being taken to a place I didn't know and told this is my new life now. You didn't know what to think or who to believe… All you knew is you were taken out of your home by force and nobody came to your rescue and to make matters worse you were mocked and beaten by a man that was 10x stronger than you were. You already had your own personal problems to deal with, but to have this added on to it, I couldn't imagine. You had to adjust to a new life without warning. So I don't hold any of that against you, Marigold. Also, you are my wife… I want to give you the best, I want to treat you better than I would treat my own self. I want to give you the better things in life because you deserve it. You have had to take care of everyone else and there weren't any complaints coming from you. You had to put your own dreams aside to support someone else… Well now it's your turn to be supported, it's your turn to have the better things in life, it's your turn to be pampered and loved. I give to you because I want to. I give to you because you stole my heart Marigold… You stole it the first day I saw you… From now on I want you to allow yourself to be loved and receive things for a change. To be pampered without questioning if you 'deserve it or not.' I want you to be happy, and I want to be the person that makes you happy." She hugged Beau, saying, "Awe Beau, I don't know what to say." He said, "Say that you will… Say that you'll allow yourself to be loved and that you will allow yourself to enjoy things." She said, "I will. I will allow myself to be loved and to enjoy things." He grabbed her hands and said, "Good now, my princess, get ready…" She asked, "Get ready? For what?" He smiled, saying, "Just put on that new dress, and you'll see what I have in store for you."