Whiskey & Wildflowers a Can Divit & Sanem Aydin Story

The Question

Sanem opened the door to her room and dragged her carry-on in. It had been one of the longest days of her life.
She felt pulled in one hundred directions and her phone hadn't stopped dinging since she had turned it back on. Among those calls and texts there had been three by Luca. He had been anxious to hear how it had gone but his last message sounded somewhat irritated and she decided to text him rather than call. It was late and all she wanted was a bath, a glass of red wine and popcorn. Not necessarily in that order. She sat down on her bed and began her text.

"Bon Giorno,
I'm sorry I haven't called. Forgive me. We were in meeting after meeting and I'm dead on my feet. I'll fill you in tomorrow but just know the company is safe and strong and tomorrow we will know who sits at the helm. Right now I'm going to get in the shower and go to bed. Don't be upset with me. Please🙃Good night, sleep well amore!
Sanem.
P.S. don't bother calling. I'm turning my phone off and getting in the tub. Night!

Seconds later a text came back.
"Amore, sleep well. I Look forward to hearing all about it. I know I was precipitous at the airport, but you see it couldn't wait until you came back. I was planning a whole different experience before everything at your job changed. I know it's only been six months since we have been seeing each other but for me all my questions have been answered. I've met my one true love in you. I didn't give you much of a chance to express yourself. It was all so fast, my fault I know. I'm impetuous if you haven't noticed by now! 😂 I hope you will decide to join your life with mine Cara Mia. It would be my life's wish. Until then kiss my ring for me".
😘 Luca.

She read the text and frowned as she remembered the whole dramatic affair. It was more of a shock than anything else. She had been totally unprepared for a declaration of that magnitude, of any declaration really. They had barely spent any time together. He was handsome and sophisticated, charming, intelligent and well bred. He had made clear his intentions the moment he met her and she was swept up in his efforts to get a date out of her. She had enjoyed his attentions but there was something about his manner with others that sometimes put her off. After the first few dates she let her guard down some and let him into her life a little. He was more than attentive and was a good listener. He had made advances on their second date but she soon schooled him on her version of dating. She was old fashioned and there would be "no milk before the cow" as it were, and certainly not within a few weeks of meeting. He was the typical red blooded male, Italian to boot, that seemed to expect every woman to drop their panties after a few kisses and a nice dinner. When he stuck around for more dates and quiet evening strolls he passed her first test. She wasn't a tease by any means but she was in no rush to make things serious other than agreeing to only seeing each other. Of that there was no question for her. Dating wasn't something she experienced in her culture and her society. She was going outside of her norms but she wouldn't swing from the chandeliers for anyone either. When he proposed at the airport she was dumbfounded to say the least. She was about to board the companies private jet when Luca dropped to his knees and declared himself. She had wondered why he insisted on accompanying her when there was no need for it. She was stunned into silence as he beamed at her, all the while the attendants hurried her to board as their flight program needed to stay on schedule. She felt like she was watching herself from a distance as he placed the ring on her finger and kissed it then quickly kissed her as she walked in a daze through the gate. She had been stunned into silence but Luca wasn't deterred. He shouted at her as she walked away that he loved her and told her he would be waiting for her to set the date. By the time she took her seat she realized she hadn't really accepted the proposal but in some manner compromised by her lack of an answer. She could barely reason out her feelings, which in and of itself seemed wrong. As the plane taxied down the runway she unhooked her necklace with her initial on it and slipped the ring onto it and then put it back around her neck. She couldn't think about his proposal right now she had to say goodbye to a dear man who had been an important fixture in her life since she could remember. She blinked as a single tear rolled down her face. She wiped it away and then quickly  turned off the phone. She pulled the chain out of her blouse and touched the ring with an an obscenely large diamond that stared back at her. Again she felt a frown creep up on her face as she considered the awkward proposal yet again. Why couldn't he have waited for a better time?. He knew what the old man meant to her. She searched for the clasp on the chain with her fingers and then unhooked it. Grasping the chain with one hand while she held the ring she let the chain slide off the ring until she held each in one hand. She turned it in the dim light of the room and watched it sparkle, shooting off a myriad of colors. She frowned feeling conflicted about the whole situation she had found herself in. Before she allowed herself to delve into what she really felt, she shook her head and set the ring and chain down onto the bed and made her way to the bathroom. First things first. She turned the faucet of the oversized tub on and adjusted the heat of the water. She dropped one of her homemade bathbombs in, her favorite scent, and then pulled the hair tie out of her hair letting her ponytail down for a free moment before pulling it back up in a loose knot. Next she called for room service and requested popcorn, and an Italian red blend. She  needed to unwind and think about what had transpired at the meeting. That and the obnoxiously handsome Turk who had been the last person she expected to see. The thought of Luca seemed to evaporate as she recalled the days events while she removed her robe and prepared to lower herself into the tub and let her body soak up the heat and oils in the water.