Sparks Fly.. Again

"Tye, I'm gonna lock up, ok? Don't answer the door. Dinner's in the microwave. I already preset it, so you just have to push the button I showed you, ok?"

"Alright, mom."

"Now, how do I look?"

"Stunning," he replied.

She curtsied. "Why, thank you, good sir."

Sofia checked herself out in the mirror. Tanya had been doing her shopping for a while now, and she had to say, the choices were beautiful.

Tonight she was in a backless long-sleeved blouse. It looked like deep space, its tiny sequins twinkled slightly, mimicking the stars. She complemented it with dark form-fitting pants and a pair of heels.

A string of pearls wrapped her neck, and its matching bracelet, her right wrist.

"Alright," she came and sat on the bed, next to him. "You don't need to stay up. And call if you need anything."

"Come on, Mom, are you getting cold feet?"

"What?" She dragged it. "Of course not." She got to her feet as if to prove her point, but didn't take any step further.