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A Tapestry of Desire Part 4

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Once Upon a Fantasy ...

After a little small talk, Marc led Ethan to his cabin The Presidential palace was more akin to a presidential penthouse suite than a cabin. It was definitely a man’s suite with a great view of the wilderness from the bedroom balcony. There was exquisite furnishing of maple and great oak, and the smell of pine permeated the rooms. Ethan liked The Palace right away, but was very curious about what Once Upon a Fantasy looked like.

“Like it says, it’s really a fantasy suite. It’s Beth’s best work. The suite was designed to make a woman feel totally pampered and luxuriant.”

“I’d like to see it, Marc.” Ethan said.

“I kinda thought you would, Ethan.” Marc beamed showing him the way.

Ethan took one look inside the cabin and exclaimed, “This is it!”

Marc let Ethan know that Celeste was staying at the lodge. Ethan thanked Marc and prepared to take a long shower and consider the night’s adventure.

“Ethan, let me know if there is anything you need.” Marc replied.

“You have been more than obliging, Marc. It’s good to have a friend like you.” Ethan countered.

“Needless to say, I hope you enjoy your stay in Once Upon a Fantasy.” Marc recited knowing that on this particular occasion, his general rhetoric was falling on mute ears.

“You know that this will be quite the night.” Ethan answered, taking the keeps from Marc and heading in the direction of the cabin.

It was a living room meant for enjoyment …

It was a living room meant for enjoyment …

The lodge was situated in the center of the Hodges’ Resort.

To the upper left of the lodge was the cabin called The Bishop’s Nook. Here both religious and diplomatic dignitaries were able to relax in a pastoral setting with paintings of rolling hills and tranquil meadows. A small area of the cabin had huge tempered glass windows that overlooked the Canadian wilderness.

The Presidential Palace was to the lower left. The Pirates’ Den was to the upper right of the lodge. There a person could fantasize of the days when swash-bucklers drew their swords to rival groups for a duel or indulge in the Pirate’s Chest (refrigerator) where delicious delicacies awaited. Finally, at the lower right stood the Once Upon a Fantasy Cabin. The most romantic cabin of the four. It was there that Ethan would entertain Celeste!

It was 8:30 pm when Celeste received a phone call. It was Ethan.

“Hello.” She said rather coyly.

“Celeste, come to Once Upon a Fantasy at 10:00 pm. You don’t need to bring anything but yourself.” Ethan said softly.

“I will see you then, Ethan.” Celeste replied and hung up. She lay back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. This was really moving in fast forward. She wondered what Ethan had planned for her that evening, but knew that it would definitely be something worthy of a good story. Celeste prepared for the night ahead by taking a long and leisurely bath. She then found something light, feminine and comfortable. Throwing on her new cashmere jacket, she walked the ½ mile from the lodge to the Once Upon a Fantasy Cabin.

The winding stairs could only hint at what would come next!

The winding stairs could only hint at what would come next!

A place to turn Fantasy into Reality ...

It was a beautiful cabin, if you could really call it one. Even in Celeste’s opinion, it was the best of all the private cabins and the most expensive. The outside looked like the traditional bungalow with the unfinished logs and wooden porch, but inside it was magnificent. Beautiful Persian rugs were scattered on “marble polished” hardwood floors. Vaulted ceiling in the living room presented two large ceiling fans with blades made of the finest mahogany. In the middle of the living room there sat a white sectional sofa of buttery soft leather with matching loveseat. There was also a smoothed oak cocktail table, a delightful bar along with a magnificent view of the Canadian wilderness.

At the head of a winding staircase stood Ethan. He looked wonderful in his royal blue robe and matching slippers. He was sipping on a glass of Dom Pérignon and carrying a small velvet box. He greeted Celeste warmly.

“Celeste, my Cherie amore welcome to my humble abode.” He smiled.

“There has never been anything humble about where you abide.” Celeste smiled back. Ethan looked fantastic.

Ethan looked down at Celeste as he walked toward her, and he knew that this was going to be the beginning of a very long relationship. She was so very beautiful; untouched by time. He could hardly wait to get her into his arms and his bed! When he reached the bottom step, Celeste came to him. Ethan put his arms slowly around her, careful not to spill any Dom Pérignon on her and held her close not saying a word. Neither Celeste nor Ethan said a word. They just stood there at the foot of the stairs holding on to each other for dear life. Then they kissed. The kiss lifted Celeste off her feet. It was nothing like she had expected. There was so much gentleness, passion, and even what seemed to be love. Yes, there was love in that kiss. Ethan spoke first.

“Celeste, I love you!” he sounded surprise.

“Ethan, I love you, too!” she sounded equally surprised.

“When did this happen?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know.” Celeste said. “It’s so sudden!”

“I bought this for you, as a friendship present. But I think it’s going to be an engagement ring, if you will marry me?” Ethan asked.

Celeste opened the velvet box Ethan handed her. In the box was a beautiful 2ct. flawless diamond on a platinum base. It looked beautiful.

Celeste asked Ethan to put it on her finger and Ethan was happy to oblige. It fit perfectly! They were engaged!

To Be Continued ...

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