Date Night

It all started with peonies and a note.

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At 6.30pm sharp, a black car pulled up outside the house.

I raced downstairs to meet it, shoes in hand.

Flung open the door, hopping into each shoe and jumped into the car to meet him.

He kissed me.

I grinned.

We set off.

The Royal Opera house was bathed in golden light. We paused to capture it.

Before eventually making our way inside.

After a bellini (or two) we took our red velvet seats for the performance.

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Hand in hand we watched Mimi and Rodolfo fall in love.

Tears rolled down my face from curtain up, to the vey last bow.

We followed the crowds out into Covent Garden, where I begged him to cancel the dinner reservations. I had a much better idea.

We made a beeline across the cobbled square and feasted in the open air.

With our shoes kicked off under the table, we picnicked like kings.

A dream date with my dream man.

For those curious about the stripes, here’s what I wore…

ASOS dress // Chanel Dallas bag // Christian Louboutin shoes // Powder Hill necklace

The look for less : Similar bag // Similar shoes

Update: Sorry the dress sold out so quickly! Here are some snazzy alternatives!

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