Every Little Piece

Posted On December 4, 2010

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April, Round 2 – Delarosa household {featuring Florence Delarosa (32), and Ben Ryan (31), as well as Herbert Goodie.} {optional soundtrack is Breathe by Michelle Branch.}

Florence could not remember a time in her life when she’d ever felt this way.

As she snuggled into Ben, felt his soft skin against her body, and smelled his wonderful smell she knew she was head over heels in love.

She just wasn’t sure how he felt in return – or that if she made on little mistake, he wouldn’t simply throw her away like all of his other girlfriends in the past. Because that was what she was, she realized. After a year of dating, and six months of living together, she was still just a girlfriend.

Once they were finally up, though, Ben took hold over her hands. “Hear that, babe?” he asked with a smile that made Florence simply melt inside. “It’s spring!”

Indeed, a bird chirped at that precise moment, and you had to be blind not to notice the fully green trees and luscious arrangements of flowers bursting from every corner.

A squeak of a sneeze brought the two of them out of their reverie.

“Oh, Elijah.” Florence chuckled.

* * * *

Ben settled into the kitchen as Florence prepared some cereal for breakfast.

“Hey, where did all of these letters come from?” he asked innocently.

Florence gasped, flinging rice crispies all across the floor. Sitting on top of her table were the letters to Lisa from Fallon that she and Samantha had stolen from the Ramirez house in September. They hadn’t planned to give the letters to the police, despite the fact that they contained some pretty interesting details. Details that gave an awful lot of insight into the Ramirez murder case that still hadn’t been solved.

But then Samantha had disappeared without a trace, and now Florence was scared. What if Fallon had found out about what she knew? So Florence hid the letters and tried to forget all about them. But last night her conscious had been bothering her, and she had taken them out, in the cover of darkness, to look over one more time.

And apparently, left them out for all the world to see. And she realized a moment too late that Lisa’s name was clearly labeled on the envelopes.

“What are you doing with these?” he asked confusedly.

Florence snatched them into a pile and threw them into a nearby cabinet. “They’re.. they’re… oh shit, I stole them from the Ramirez house, and now I’m dead.” she crumpled into the stool beside Ben. “I should have told you awhile ago, but I was scared.”

He still looked confused. Florence thanked the heavens her boyfriend wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box.

“Shouldn’t you give these to the police? After all, they haven’t found the murderer yet.”

“I know, Ben. But I’m scared.” She finally confessed about the anxiety that had plagued her for months.

“Alright Florence. Here’s the plan. I have to go to work. But while I’m gone you need to go to the police and hand these in. This could be very dangerous.”

“I know…”

“And I would never be able to get over losing you.” There was a moment of silence, and the Ben sprung up. “I really better get moving. And get rid of those letters!”

Once he had gone, Florence got dressed and showered, taking as long as possible. She was dreading delivering the letters to the police.

But they had to go.

“What have I gotten myself into, Elijah?” she asked, bending down to pet the puppy.

He responded with a shrill ruff.

“Oh that’s great. You judge me too.” Florence stiffened her resolve and headed for the police station.

* * * *

“Miss Delarosa! It’s great to see you again!” Sergent Goodie exclaimed, shaking her hand vigorously. “What can I do for you today?”

“Oh boy do I have something to tell you.” she said as they took seats at his desk.

She explained the entire story, including the break in, to the police chief.

“And I’ll take whatever punishment you’ll give me, even if it means arrest.” Florence said glumly, depositing the letters on the desk. “I just want these gone for good.”

Sergent Goodie leaned forward and grabbed a letter. “Listen, Florence. I understand your fear. But you should have brought these letters to me a lot sooner.”

“Am I… uh… a criminal?” she asked fearfully.

“No.” Sergent Goodie had a twinkle in his eye. “Finding something my team of officers missed is certainly not a crime. The only people who will receive a talking to are them. However, I have to ask you to please leave the detective work to the professionals from now on.”

“Of course. Thank you!”

“And as for Ms. Bradshaw’s disappearance, I’m afraid no one has filed a missing persons report. And it’s not uncommon for people to simply relocate, you know. So there’s nothing I can do there.”

“I understand.” said Florence.

“But the letters… I wonder what’s in them…” he picked one off the top at random, and Florence recognized it as that first one she and Samantha had read together.

He skimmed it, muttering thoughtfully to himself. He finally paused in the middle.

“My god. You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked Florence.

“Er… not really, no.”

He looked at her gravely. “It means we have finally found a motive for the murders. I can arrest the perpetrator.”

Florence took a moment to be shocked, and then was promptly sick into the garbage can.

* * * *

What had come over her? It wasn’t like the concept of murder was new to her. In fact, she hadn’t even thrown up when she discovered the bodies.

Then what happened to make her grow all frail? She shook it off as she returned home, trembling slightly.

She had only taken a few steps inside when she felt more sickness coming on.

What was happening?

* * * *

It took only five minutes in Charleston Market and another five locket in its filthy public bathroom for Florence to discover that she was carrying Ben’s baby.

“Oh shit.” she cursed once she was back home. “Oh my god. I need to calm down.”

Florence took to the front yard, for gardening had always been her favorite thing to do, and had led to the opening of her florist shop.

She she watered the tomato plants, her mind reeling with the news.

Florence knew, was absolutely sure, that Ben did not want this baby. Ben had commitment issues. Ben was irresponsible. Ben was a hopeless cad.

Ben was, Ben was, Ben was, Ben was.

“Just breathe. Calm down.” she told herself while raking some stray leaves. “Even though Ben might not want the baby, he’s still moved in with you. He wouldn’t dump you without at least thinking it over, right?” she spoke aloud.

“Oh gosh, I’m speaking to myself!”

The flowers were giving off their wonderful perfume, and Florence drank it in, looking for any way to relieve the stress. And it had been a stressful day.

She even caught a few butterflies and stored them in a jar.

“There. Now you know how I feel.” She cackled, placing it on a nearby table. “Trapped.”

She was just returning to tackle the garden’s weeds when she heard footsteps on the grass.

“Good afternoon, sexy.” Ben had arrived, still wearing his hard hat from the day’s construction.

Florence straightened up, her arms behind her back, ready to retell the days events, and most of all, spill the beans about her pregnancy. It had been a confessional sort of day, anyway.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Sure… what’s up?”

“It may or may not end this relationship.”

“Now you got me scared… what is it?” he asked uncertainly.

“Ben, I’m pregnant.” she sputtered, shocked at how blunt she sounded. “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of? How can you be sort of pregnant?”

“You’d be surprised… Oh, what am I saying? I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” She hung her head. She had prepared herself for the worst. “You can break up with me now, if you want.”

Ben’s face had frozen in shock, but to Florence’s utter amazement and delight, a huge smile stretched wide across his handsome face.

“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m not even upset. Overjoyed, actually. This just gives me a reason to finally ask you something.”

And he dropped to one knee.

“Florence, I want you, baby. I want every little piece of you, forever. So whattya say?”

Florence was feeling a bit faint. “How… how eloquent.”

He held out a ring. “Will you marry me?”

Florence was having trouble finding the right words. Or more importantly, the right word. All in all, she was terribly flustered.

“Florence?” Ben asked uncertainly, slowing lowering the box.

“Oh hell, I have no idea what’s come over me today. Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Yes, Benjamin Ryan, I want to marry you!”

And just to get her to stop shouting, he lifted her into a huge hug.

“Let’s go in and celebrate, if you know what I mean, eh?” Ben nudged her with his elbow.

Florence rolled her eyes and tried to make a face at Ben’s silliness, but she had tears of joy streaming down. She was a mess, really, but she didn’t care, not one bit. 

“I’ll meet you there, Ben. I have one last thing to do.” She made her way over to the table where she placed the butterflies earlier.

Sure enough, she found them there, struggling and fighting to escape from their small red jar of captivity. Florence unscrewed the lid and held it high, watching as they flew off into the sky, one by one.

“So now you know how I feel.” she said, tucking the jar under her arm. “Free.”

* * * *

And while someone was having her wildest dreams come true, others were finally having their nightmare’s come to life…

Sergent Goodie sat down his latest suspect. After reading every single letter, he felt confident that he had made an accurate arrest.

“Mr. Ramirez, can you please tell me why I have called you in again.”

“Because I bet you still think I killed my wife and daughter, which I will swear until my dying breath that I didn’t.” Checo replied. “I don’t have a motive.”

Sergent Goodie had been dealing with criminals for years, but he was far from hardened. He looked at Checo with great sadness and pity.

“I’m afraid, that unfortunately, we now do.”

“What?” Checo sat up. Surely they hadn’t found out about his affair with Carmen.

“We discovered a secret correspondence, preserved in letters, between your wife Lisa and a man named Fallon. Ring any bells?”

“Yes, of course. He is a close- er, business associate of mine.”

“Well it just so happens that Lisa and Fallon were conducting a lengthy affair. And that, my friend, gives you ample motive. Now please place your hands in the air. You are under arrest.”

* * * *

Not expecting Florence to be such a potty mouth, right? Me either! LOL, but man, I put her through some serious stress this update, and I figured she would have a few choice words!

So I hope I explained the mystery properly. After she and Samantha found the letters, they were hesitant to turn them in because they never expected to actually find anything. And then Samantha went and left town for good, so Florence was all on her own.

Expect baby Ryan/Delarosa just in time for christmas. I can’t decided whether or not to wed them before or after.

So there you have it. Lisa was having an affair with Checo’s “business associate” Fallon! Did he kill her in a jealous rage? But then how did Tessa die?

stay tuned!

Autumn Breezes

Posted On March 9, 2010

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September, Round 1 – Delarosa household { featuring Florence Delarosa, (31) Ben Ryan, (30) and Samantha Bradshaw (23) }

Things were going great for Florence Delarosa.

She lived in a neat little house in the charming town of Charleston…

She was finally mastering new recipes…

She had adopted an adorable golden puppy named Elijah…

and each day only brought she and her boyfriend Ben closer.

Best of all, her modest flower shop she had started in her garage was finally taking off. As Florence stocked shelves and greeted customers, her thoughts traveled to the romantic evening she and Ben had spent the night before, and she smiled happily.

Little did Florence know, something altogether different was about to hit her.

And that something was Samantha Bradshaw, who calmly strode into Flo’s Flowers that early autumn afternoon. Samantha was not there to buy some poppies, you see, but rather, to do some investigative reporting. She had learned through her research that Florence had been the one to discover the bodies of Tessa and Lisa, and she was hoping for some more information on Checo and his mysterious accomplice, Fallon.

Samantha’s presence in Florence’s shop was so strange that she actually took a moment to study this new arrival.

“Excuse me, Miss.” Florence tapped Samantha on the shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Florence Delarosa, owner of this shop.”

“Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you! My name is Samantha Bradshaw!”

“Well, Samantha, how can I help you?” Florence asked.

“I’m looking for some azaleas.” Sam lied promptly, ready with her story. “I’m thinking of throwing a dinner party and thought they would make a nice decoration.”

“Oh, certainly!” Florence cried enthusiastically, leading Samantha toward the shelves. “I don’t think you’re local; I haven’t seen you around Charleston before.”

“I live out in Kayton Square.” said Samantha.

“How was the drive?” Florence asked innocently, grabbing a vase full of azaleas.

“The what?”

“It’s quite a long drive from Kayton to Charleston, as I’m sure you know. I’m just honored that you took the time to come to me, out of all the places in Kayton and Maple City!”

“The drive was fine.” Samantha brushed this off. “I took a taxi cab.”

Florence paused. “Oh? Then how are you going to bring all of the flowers I just pulled for you home?”

Samantha realized her mistake a moment too late. “Er…”

Florence put her hands on her hips. “You haven’t looked at a single flower I’ve picked in the past five minutes. You’re not here to buy azaleas, are you?”

The jig was up. Samantha silently cursed her poor detective skills and quickly explained the real reason she was there.

Florence looked at her skeptically. “So what are you hoping to get from me? An interview? You’re not even a cop, you’re just a reporter.”

Samantha looked over both her shoulders. The shop was nearly empty. “Okay. I’m about to tell you something no one knows.”

“What?”

“I was the anonymous reporter that wrote the article about Checo Ramirez’s secret meeting with a known felon.”

Florence gasped. “That was you? I had no idea!”

“Please help me.” Samantha asked earnestly. “I know you two were good friends. I just want to solve this case for good, and get Lisa and Tessa the justice they deserve.”

“Alright. What do you want?” Florence gave in.

“Did Lisa ever give you the key to her house? Perhaps to water the plants while the family was on vacation or something?”

“Yes, she did- you don’t mean…?” Florence was dumbfounded.

“Yes. I want to break into the Ramirez house.”

* * * *

The large house loomed before them while they approached cautiously.

“We should have waited ’til dark.  What if a neighbor sees?” Florence worried.

“Relax. The closest house is yours. And besides, it should be dark within the hour.”

“Here goes. Time to see if the police changed the locks or something.” Florence whispered, sliding the key in.

Both women held their breath. The lock clicked, and suddenly, the door creaked open.

They stepped into the foyer staring into the vacant house. Save for the yellow police tape streched across the entrace to the dining room (where the bodies were found) the house seemed perfectly ordinary, dutifully hiding the terrible crime that took place within it’s walls.

“C’mon, let’s get cracking. I’m looking for any dirt on Checo that the police wouldn’t have found – or might not have thought important.”

They entered the kitchen. “Didn’t they die of poisoning?” Florence asked, gazing into the depths of the green bottles on the counter.

“Yep. Crazy stuff.” Samantha said, opening the refrigerator. A putrid smell greeted their nostrils. “Ugh. The police didn’t even clean out the fridge.”

“Let’s see if anything’s in the bedroom.” Florence said. “You never know.” She lead them up a flight of stairs and into Lisa and Checo’s bedroom. “Whoa. This is weird.” she gasped as they entered.

“Spread out. We shouldn’t stay here much longer.”

Florence began opening drawers while Samantha crawled around on the floor.

“Nope. The cops cleaned all these out.” Florence groaned.

“Hold on. I think there’s something here.” Samantha cried, half her body buried under the bed.

“Oh, please. Hiding things under the bed? That’s so cliche. No one would be that stupid.”

“Well, the cops seemed to think the same thing.” Samantha grinned, pulling a small stack of letters out from under a hidden fold in the mattress. “Look at this!”

“Omigosh, open them!” Florence yelped. The two women quickly ripped off the rubber band and began to read the letters.

“It’s addressed from Fallon!” Samantha was astounded by her discoveries. “Let’s see what he had to say to Checo!”

Both girls scanned the page, and before long, had reached the bottom.

“What the-” Florence lowered the letter, her mouth hanging open.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Samantha nearly screamed.

“This letter to Fallon wasn’t written to Checo. It was written to… Lisa.”

* * * *

The next day, Florence’s head was still reeling from all the thing she had found. And when Ben came home from work and informed her that he was taking her to a picnic in the park, she had no energy left to argue.

They selected a comfy spot on the grass and laid down their blanket and basket. Ben produced some flowers out of no where, and Florence had brought along the puppy, Elijah.

It was a perfect day to enjoy the last day of summer, and feel the warm autumn breezes as they arrived.

“What are you smiling at, silly?” she asked, smiling herself.

“At you. At Elijah. At this picnic. At those strange people over there. At everything.” he laughed.

“You’re too much.” Florence gave Elijah a little pat and reached into the picnic basket. “I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but I am hopelessly in love with you, Ben Ryan.”

“I think I noticed.” Ben teased. “Come here, you!” he reached forward and pulled her toward him, and they fell onto the grass, kissing and cuddling.

“I can’t remember feeling this happy.” Ben said, wrapping his arm around her.

Florence snuggled closer to him. “Neither can I.”

* * * *

Sorry for the puppy spam. I love my stupid Sims 2 Pets Pack that no one really likes, lol.

OMG sorry about the wait on this one! My life has been really hectic lately.

BUT… I only have two more Samantha Bradshaw posts planned, and then she’s heading for blackcat’s Richmond Sims. It should be very soon.

Hope you’re not confused! If you need some help, I recommend clicking the ‘mystery’ category. I know it’s been awhile since I first started this blog, and the storyline began.

Anyway, thanks for reading! How awesome are Sam’s facial expressions? ha!

All That Really Matters

Posted On January 23, 2010

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Roseland / Ryan household: April, Round 1 { featuring Ben Ryan (28) , Penny (26) and Cyd (27) Roseland, and Florence Delarosa (29) }

The beautiful early morning sun’s rays made their way through the kitchen window as Penny Roseland ate her breakfast.

As she ate, her mind wandered, to her career, her brother, and her brand new husband.

She got up, rinsed her plate in the sink, and faced the enormous windows, gazing down toward the gulf below.

Something was coming. Something big. Penny could feel it in the air.

* * * *

Cyd let the warm water wash over him, drowning out the world. He too, had a lot on his mind.  But you would never know, because he was so quiet and unassuming.

He slowly turned the faucet off, grabbed a towel, and gradually got ready for work.

Cyd was just heading out the door when his wife stopped him.

“Hey.” she said softly.

“Good morning.” Cyd hugged her tightly. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Better, especially since I’ve stopped throwing up!” Penny pulled away, revealing a noticable baby bump. “Everything is just happening so fast.”

“You’re right. Just think, in six months, we’ll be parents!”

“Don’t even talk like that yet. I’m barely getting used to living with you!”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go. If you need anything, call me, or you’re brother. I’m sure one of us can come home and help you.”

“That’s completely unneccessary.” she kissed him. “Now go to work, the carpool won’t stop honking.”

* * * *

As soon as Cyd left, Penny made her way out to the backyard. It was here that someone could truly appreciate the nature around them.

Penny and her brother Ben had, with the recent arrival of spring, planted a garden. It was tiny, and only filled with tomatoe plants, but Penny loved it more than anything, and every morning, without fail, could be seen working on her little patch of land, tending to every last detail.

She supposed it was good practice, after all, for raising a baby. Penny would be lying if she wasn’t terrified. She was barely keeping up with all her other responsibilites in her life.

But working on the garden gave her hope that she would be a good mother. What was a child, compared to a bunch of tomatoes?

* * * *

Later on in the day, when Cyd and Ben had returned from work, the three of them sat down for a nice dinner.

“So when do you find out about that promotion, Penny?” Cyd asked.

“Well it’s between me and one other woman, my boss said. So I’ll just have to hope he doesn’t mind me taking a month or two off to have the baby.”

“A month or two? Don’t you think that’s a little ridiculous? Most women need like, half a year.” her brother, Ben broke in.

“Well I’m not most women. You know how I feel about my work.” Penny retorted.  “And anyway-”

She was interrupted by the arrival of Florence Delarosa, the girlfriend of Ben.

“Ben!” she wailed, flinging the front door open and dashing into the kitchen. “Oh, Ben, I just can’t keep this in anymore!” she began to sob.

“Whoa. Florence, what’s the matter? What happened?” Ben asked from his seat.

“It’s… oh, where do I begin?” Florence hung her head. “I have some very serious news.”

“What is it?”

Florence took a moment to gather her thoughts. “It’s about Checo Ramirez. He’s been arrested.”

“Arrested? For what?” Penny blurted.

“For the murder of Tessa and Lisa Ramirez.” Florence said, and then returned to sobbing.

“Oh my gosh, that’s horrible. When did this happen?” Penny always had an ear for gossip.

“About two and a half months ago.” Florence choked. “I was the one that found them. But the police begged me to keep it to myself.”

Ben got up out of his chair and put his arm around his girlfriend. “I’m so sorry, Flo. We had no idea.”

“It’s been eating me up. You see, the police finally found Checo this morning, and brought him in for questioning.  He was hiding with Carmen Karlington, just a few blocks from here. But she finally figured out what had happend, and turned him in. On top of it all, the police didn’t want to spread panic and make people think that there was a psycho on the loose, but now that they’ve got Checo locked up, they told me I could tell you guys. Apparently, it’s confidential information.”

“So you think he did it?” Penny asked.

Florence wiped a tear. “They asked me to come in tomorrow, to speak with the chief of police. Can you please come with me?”

“Of course. I’m going to be there with you the whole time.” Ben kept his arm around Florence and led her into the living room, where they continued to talk, speaking in hushed tones.

“Wow. Lisa’s dead.” Penny was shocked. “I don’t believe it, I just don’t believe it.”

* * * *

The following day, Florence and Ben headed over to Kayton Square Police Precinct. (Built by me, and also stolen from my other story, the mystery of katherine mackenzie, LOL.)

As they entered, Florence grabbed Ben’s arm for support. “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. What have you got to worry about? It’s not like you are a suspect or anything.”

“Right. I just… don’t like it here. And I enjoy feeling like a criminal even less.”

“Listen to me.” Ben said. “No one could ever actually think you had anything to do with this. I mean, look at you, you’re as harmless as a rabbit.

Florence laughed. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Well hello there!” a police man said, shaking Florence’s hand enthusiastically. “How are you two doing today?”

“Fine thank you, I-”

“You must be Florence Delarosa. I’m Officer Sherman!”

“Nice to meet you, I was-”

“Follow me! Sergeant Goodie is waiting for you in his office.” Officer Sherman led them into the other half of the precinct, where the steel desks and linoleum floors were replaced with wood paneling and rich carpeting.

“Wow, I feel much better already.”

“Here you go!” Officer Sherman gestured to the small waiting room. “Good luck, Ms. Delarosa.” he said, and left.

“Hello, I’m Florence Delarosa, and I have a meeting with Sergeant Goodie today.” she said to the cop behind the desk.

“Okay. Just take a seat and he’ll be with you in a moment.” the woman said, snapping her gum and thumbing through her magazine.

“Well Officer Sherman was awkwardly friendly.” Ben said as they sat down, trying to lift the mood.

“Yeah…” Florence nodded, her eyes drifting off. “I wonder what he’ll ask me about. You don’t think… you don’t think he’ll ask me about an alibi or something?”

“Relax, Florence. I don’t think this meeting is that serious. He’s interviewing you in his office, and not one of the holding rooms. You’re freaking out over nothing.”

At that moment, the office door swung open, and Sergeant Goodie stood there, looking more imposing than ever.

“Come in, Ms. Delarosa.” he said, smiling. “And for heaven’s sake, stop shaking.”

Florence gave her boyfriend one last glance and then followed Sergeant Goodie inside.

Ben exhaled and leaned back. “I hope she’ll be okay. We’ve been dating for about a year now.”

“Uh huh.” the woman behind the desk blew a bubble.

“I have such strong feelings for her, but’s it’s pretty complicated. She wants me to make a commitment, but I’m not sure if I’m ready. And then there are these moments, like right now, when all I want to do is hold her and be with her forever. So why can’t I take the plundge? What’s wrong with me?”

“Um…”

“It just worries me, constantly, that she’s going to realize one day that she’s way too good for me, and leave. And I can’t lose her.” Ben said. “I just don’t want to miss out on my life if I get married. I’m only thirty three. I haven’t dated enough! And what if she’s not the one? Boy, you should see us fight… I just… I need more time.”

Ben paused. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m unloading all of this on you. ”

The female officer glanced over at Ben. “Look, man. I’m just trying to read my magazine here. If you wanna know how she feels, ask her, not me.” she got up and headed out the door. “One of these days…”

Just as Ben was trying to make sense of what had happened, Florence emerged from Sergeant Goodie’s office.

“Ben! Oh, you were one hundred percent right. I was worried about nothing! He just wanted to thank me for my continued help and support in this investigation, and if we need anything, to contact him!

“See I told you everything was going to be fine. You know, I’m taking you out tonight to celebrate. Anywhere you want to go, my treat.”

Beaming, she gave him a hug, and then they started to walk to the exit.

Suddenly… the precinct door opened, and in walked Checo Ramirez, flanked by two police escorts. He was sobbing into his hands.

“Oh my word.” Florence gasped. “Quick, run before he sees me.”

Checo looked up at the sound of her voice. “Florence? Florence, please, help me!” he yelled, fear evident in every syllable he spoke. “Florence, you know I’m innocent. I would never hurt them! Please!”

“Be quiet!” one of the officers shouted, and a second later, they were gone.

* * * *

Ben was a fun guy. Not the brightest bulb on the tree, but he always got by. He was always the life of the party, going from one fling to the next, never getting too attached. He was even living in his sister’s house, as she reminded him, not the other way around.

But then he met Florence, and she turned his world around, and unintentionally shaped him into a better man. Which was great, except for one thing.

Ben didn’t know what to do. Should he propose, or not?

“So what should I do, sis?” Ben paced back and forth, looking very handsome in his crisp suit and tie.

“Listen to me.” Penny waved her finger at him. “You shouldn’t assume that Florence has placed such high expectations on you.”

Ben continued to pace. “I didn’t understand a word of that sentance. Whatever. I need to call her. Tell her I’m staying home tonight.”

“No!” Penny halted her brother in his tracks. “Don’t worry.” she smiled knowingly. “She loves you. That’s all that really matters.”

Ben nodded, as if coming to some sort of resolve. “You’re right. Oh, thank you so much. I think I know what to do.”

* * * *

Ben took her out to “Vue Sur la Mer”, a new french restaurant out in Maple City. (download it here)

Ben wasted no time showing Florence just how much he loved her.

“Ben, we haven’t even made it to the restaurant yet!” she giggled, slapping him playfully.

Once they got inside and were seated at their table, Florence realized that tonight could be the night. The scene was set, after all. It was a four star, fancy restaurant, complete with fresh roses on the table and mood lighting. They were both dressed up, and Ben couldn’t stop touching her.

She blew him a kiss. “Tonight is perfect. This is just what I needed.”

Ben winked at her. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a surprise for you later, anyway. The night is just beginning.”

“Really?” Florence was pretty sure she knew what the surprise was. “You know, there’s only one thing that could make this night even better.” She slid her hand up to her face and nonchalantly touched her ring finger. “Something… promising.”

“Okay…” Ben said confusedly.

And so, the night went on, and Ben made no mention of a proposal, and there was no ring in sight. Florence was just giving up hope when-

“Florence, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you all night.” Ben said, holding her hand.

This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for her whole life.

“Wanna go makeout?” Ben asked, grinning sheepishly.

Florence threw down her napkin. “Oh, honey, you are a complete moron.” she gathered herself up and stalked off upstairs.

“What did I do?” Ben quickly followed her, and finally caught her right outside the bathrooms. “What did I do?” he repeated.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Florence snapped. “That’s exactly what happened. Not a single thing.”

“Well, if you’d just let me finish, you would have heard what I was going to ask you.”

“What? Spit it out!”

“Somewhere along the line I fell in love with you, and I know you feel the same way too. So tonight, I was wondering if you’d like to move in together.”

Florence’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, really? You mean it? That’s what you want?”

“Yes. That’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“Of course! Oh, Ben, that’s exactly what I wanted too.”

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

* * * *

Whoa, sorry about the wait on this! I had a very hectic week, but hopefully things will calm down soon.

So this is the Roseland family, and they are a lot of fun, too. Ben is really funny, and his sister is too! They’ve had some wild times. Cyd is pretty calm, so he’s a perfect balance for them.

I think that next round (maybe even Florence’s update) Ben will move into her house. She has the business, after all, and Penny and Cyd’s house isn’t that big, and they’re having a baby in six months! So that’s where he’ll go.

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