Her dress glimmered in the moon lite.. the gems sparkled and danced with beams as she moved. *Hey wait she thought, where did I get this dress?* The thought left her as soon as she had taken it in..  she lifted her glass and sipped on the wine.. letting it splash down her throat. Soon she was floating, and her vision became blurred. Apparently it would take time for her to adjust to the strength of the wine made on the island.

Time moved so quickly, the evening fluttered past. Scarlet enjoyed Fernando's company and thanked him again for his chivalry. She looked forward to future meetings with him.. and excused herself from the table. He stood and tenderly looked deep into her eyes as if to silently say the night was still very young.. and she would be missed.. She withdrew the eye contact.. and stepped away.. turning a bit and shuffling into the night..