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you feel there's a connection there, but just be careful not to get your hopes up too high. Everyone always puts their best foot forward on a first date, but I say, until you hit the three month mark you don't really know someone's true personality."
    "Well, we've already made plan s to see each other again later this week. And if things continue to go like I think they will...not only will we reach the three month mark, but I could see three years, easy! "
    Her eyes widened briefly and then a gentle and loving look settled on her face. "Rose, that 's great. I'm truly happy for you, but again, please don't rush into anything, okay?"
    "I promise I'll be careful . But for the first time in a long time, Christian has given me something else to be excited about besides school. It feels good. But don't worry, i t's not like we're gonna rush off and get married or anything. " I pushed off from the couch and began to make my way out of the den. "I love you, Mom. I'm gonna head to bed and hopefully have some juicy dreams about Christian."
    She cu pp ed her hands over her ears and s hook her head. "TMI, TMI." Smiling as she followed me out of the den , she continued, " Alright. Sleep well, but tomorrow be ready to work. We're sta rting that project in your room, rememb er?"
    "Are you seriously going to paint my ceiling black?"
    "Yes. Yes I am. It 's for a specific purpose though, so just keep your eye rolls to a minimum and wait and see what I have planned. You're going to love it, I'm sure."
    Laughing, I waved my hand over my head as I headed down the hall. I wasn't kidding about wanting to have some good dreams about Christian, but what I truly want ed to do was get upstairs, change into my pajamas, crawl in to bed , and give Christian a call. Our date may have been over , but he'd made sure to tell me that because of his work schedule he literally stayed up all night . So , we had made plans for me to call him as soon as I got settled at home. A nd since there was no way that I'd be getting h im out of my head anytime soon , I figured I could spend the rest of my night talking to the man who would be inspiring m y dreams instead.

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    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Mom's Project
    ( Rose )
     
    After spending a couple of hours talking to Christi an , I finally reached the point of exhaustion. He must have heard it in my voice because he said, "I can tell you're getting tired. Wh y don't you lay that beautiful head down and get some rest ? I'll call you after dark tomorrow, because during the day, I'm dead to the world. Goodnight, Rose. Sweet dreams."
    And oh boy, did I have some sweet dreams. Christian and I in Paris looking at the lights of the Eifel tower. Christian and I kissing outside of a Scottish castle. Christian and I riding in a gondola in Venice. I didn't want to leave this glorious dreamscape, but with Mom rummaging around outside my bedroom door, my fanciful dreams were quickly put to an end. As I gradually woke up , all I could think about was that I would be seeing Christian in just one more day. Thank g od for small miracles.
    "Good morning," Mom announced as she cracked open my bedroom door. I sat up , p ropping myself up on the pillow . I watched her as she dragged so me supplies in w ith her. Black paint, rollers, drop-cloths, and a large bag from the metaphysical store in town. Now I was getting nervous . Mom's project was about to hit full-swing.
    "So we're really doing this ?"
    "Yes ma'am . B ut painting the ceiling's not all!"
    "Oh goody...there's more." I rolled my eyes and gave her a goofy smile. "Would you like to elaborate?"
    "Of course." After setting down her supplies, she spun around in a circle, her arms held wide. "We're going to create a nighttime wonderland."
    I watched her turn around with her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes, and I just couldn't say no. I loved when Mom got one of her crafty ideas, but I wasn't exactly following what she had in mind. "W ant to elaborate...more?"
    She took a seat on