Anticipation buzzed in the air as Esme started working on the surprise dinner for her beloved husband. The house was immaculate, candles flickered invitingly, and a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, teasing her senses.
The table was elegantly set with Esme's best china, the floral pattern complementing the fresh bouquet of wildflowers she had picked that morning. The scent of rosemary and garlic wafted through the air, mingling with the subtle sweetness of the vanilla candles. A bottle of Silas's favorite wine rested in a bucket of ice nearby, ready to be poured.
In the kitchen, the oven hummed quietly as the final touches were being made to the meal. The maid informed her that the dinner was ready. Esme asked her to leave early. She wanted complete privacy.
