Well...we have the copter charted for ten, then it's out for a sight seeing trip over the Great Barrier Reef. Back to the yatch by one and dress for cocktails. I think I'll wear that new Armani-that little black dress with diamonds sewn into the speghetti straps? There are a dozen people on the ship today-six couples so in love with each other!

My date had the crew hang streamers and ballons filled with red and silver confetti that will burst at the stroke of midnight! Drink champange that hasn't been out of the wine cellar for decades and toast to love and promises kept.

The chef has prepared some delightful treats as dinner won't be served until ten. The threepiece chamber orchestra is playing Chopin and I slow dance with the man of my dreams. How did I get so lucky? Hansome and charming and kind-and richer than the Vatican. And how he adores me!
Winks and seductive smiles and our bodies pressed together as we dance to the dreamy music, miles from shore, the moon tracing golden beams across the ocean waves.

Before dinner is announced, he asks for everyone's attention. It is time to exchange gifts! Or rther, the gifts the gentlemen have brought for their ladies. Mine is a heavy gold chain woven of elegant links-and just peeking out from under it-diamonds! Diamod studs that must be a carat each and a diamond solitaire ring at least three carats.

He gently puts the diamond studs in my earlobes, drapes the heavy chain around my neck and kneels before me to kiss my hand and slip the incredible ring on the third finger of my left hand.

And later, in his cabin we laughingly brush confetti from each other and fall into each other's arms to make this the happiest valentine's day of my life.

The reality is probably orange pop, cheetos and TV. But every once in a while I'll think of that Armani dress and that perfect man and a 3 carat solitare ring. *sigh*

And this is why I love being a writer.