Post by Maestro on Aug 28, 2008 16:12:59 GMT -5
Miguel didn’t like lying to Annie. He’d told her that he had to go and work in Chimera for a couple of weeks, so he wasn’t technically lying, but he wasn’t about to tell her the real reason he was going to be away from home. After all, it wouldn’t do to ruin the surprise he had for her, would it?
Rubbing his forehead, he glanced at the plans again. He had trusted others to install the plumbing and lay the foundation, but now that the actual building had begun, the Spaniard felt that he needed to make sure everything else went perfectly; bad things would happen if they didn’t stay on schedule.
Right; he still needed to double-check the heating system – thankfully, he had designed it to run on his love for Annie (yes, he had consulted a Dream to make sure it would work and he had had that Dream help with the construction), make sure the frame was sound, and install the glass. The interior would be his special project; for now, he enlisted the help of his most trusted workers to complete the exterior.
So far, they were right on schedule; Miguel had come to the worksite the day before, and everything he’d wanted done before that time was completed. Thankfully, he’d been working with this company for about 150 years; he knew and trusted his employees.
“All right, everyone,” he called, addressing the workers. “We are right on schedule. Everything will be finished (excluding the interior, probably) by the end of the week, at the latest. Muchas gracias a todos and have a good day.”
The workers cheered, several of them offering Miguel a hearty wave as they left. Only the most artistic got to work under Miguel de Zorro, and they all appreciated the man’s taste.
Ah, good. Looking around, Miguel made sure that everyone had indeed left. Now, he would begin to personalize everything for his beloved Annie.
The marble statues had arrived in the form of huge, raw blocks, and Miguel had cared each piece carefully, lovingly. There was one statue he was particularly proud of (it was a fountain, really): it was Annie, shown as the Great Muse, surrounded by her subordinate sister Muses. Her sunglasses (of course she still had them) did not take away from the grandeur of the sculpture; they fit in with the rest of the theme exactly. This fountain caught the eye as soon as you entered the “little” (in reality, this place is almost as big as their greenhouse) alcove.
Leading back to the hot-tub area, a long hall stretched out, gilded with gold and green two of Annie’s favorite colors. Along either side of the hall, ornate, Baroque-style wooden doors lead into changing rooms, fit for Cleopatra herself. There was one specific door that Miguel focused on now: the room behind this door had been fashioned for Miguel and Annie only. And as far as the architect was concerned, they were the only people that would see it.
The doors into this particular apartment were cared into a hear-shape. But it didn’t stop there. There were ornate, ancient Greek and Spanish designed, all of which symbolized lasting love carved into the doors, placed there by Miguel’s hand. Around the doorframe, the words “To my beloved Anenome, my dearest Annie. My heart will always belong to you. I love you more than I will ever be able to express. Forever yours, Miguel” were carved, snaking around the door in delicate English, Spanish, and Greek script, one language right after the other.
Inside the doors, a magnificent living-room type layout showed off the rich colors and prints that Annie favored. Somehow, Miguel had managed to make all of the busy patterns and colors compliment each other, all on Annie’s behalf (and it had taken at least a week). Beyond that, one could find several other rooms, all at least as ornate as the first.
But, back out into the hall. When you finally come to the end, it opens into a small garden, an amazingly simplistic thing compared to the rest of the building. It’s just a circular walk, surrounded by Annie’s favorite flowers.
Finally, past the garden, rests the hot-tub. A mixture of the ornate and the simplistic, this place was fashioned to meet Annie’s tastes, as exactly as her husband possibly could. The water was always at optimal temperature, not matter what the weather was like.
Miguel worked all week, only stopping for four hours each night to sleep. After all, their anniversary was in less than ten days from when he had started; it needed to be finished before then. And thankfully, it was. Miguel could not wait to show Annie her anniversary present; it had been conceived, built, and decorated just for her. And still Miguel felt that it was not good enough to express what he felt for his wife, but it would have to do.
Rubbing his forehead, he glanced at the plans again. He had trusted others to install the plumbing and lay the foundation, but now that the actual building had begun, the Spaniard felt that he needed to make sure everything else went perfectly; bad things would happen if they didn’t stay on schedule.
Right; he still needed to double-check the heating system – thankfully, he had designed it to run on his love for Annie (yes, he had consulted a Dream to make sure it would work and he had had that Dream help with the construction), make sure the frame was sound, and install the glass. The interior would be his special project; for now, he enlisted the help of his most trusted workers to complete the exterior.
So far, they were right on schedule; Miguel had come to the worksite the day before, and everything he’d wanted done before that time was completed. Thankfully, he’d been working with this company for about 150 years; he knew and trusted his employees.
“All right, everyone,” he called, addressing the workers. “We are right on schedule. Everything will be finished (excluding the interior, probably) by the end of the week, at the latest. Muchas gracias a todos and have a good day.”
The workers cheered, several of them offering Miguel a hearty wave as they left. Only the most artistic got to work under Miguel de Zorro, and they all appreciated the man’s taste.
Ah, good. Looking around, Miguel made sure that everyone had indeed left. Now, he would begin to personalize everything for his beloved Annie.
The marble statues had arrived in the form of huge, raw blocks, and Miguel had cared each piece carefully, lovingly. There was one statue he was particularly proud of (it was a fountain, really): it was Annie, shown as the Great Muse, surrounded by her subordinate sister Muses. Her sunglasses (of course she still had them) did not take away from the grandeur of the sculpture; they fit in with the rest of the theme exactly. This fountain caught the eye as soon as you entered the “little” (in reality, this place is almost as big as their greenhouse) alcove.
Leading back to the hot-tub area, a long hall stretched out, gilded with gold and green two of Annie’s favorite colors. Along either side of the hall, ornate, Baroque-style wooden doors lead into changing rooms, fit for Cleopatra herself. There was one specific door that Miguel focused on now: the room behind this door had been fashioned for Miguel and Annie only. And as far as the architect was concerned, they were the only people that would see it.
The doors into this particular apartment were cared into a hear-shape. But it didn’t stop there. There were ornate, ancient Greek and Spanish designed, all of which symbolized lasting love carved into the doors, placed there by Miguel’s hand. Around the doorframe, the words “To my beloved Anenome, my dearest Annie. My heart will always belong to you. I love you more than I will ever be able to express. Forever yours, Miguel” were carved, snaking around the door in delicate English, Spanish, and Greek script, one language right after the other.
Inside the doors, a magnificent living-room type layout showed off the rich colors and prints that Annie favored. Somehow, Miguel had managed to make all of the busy patterns and colors compliment each other, all on Annie’s behalf (and it had taken at least a week). Beyond that, one could find several other rooms, all at least as ornate as the first.
But, back out into the hall. When you finally come to the end, it opens into a small garden, an amazingly simplistic thing compared to the rest of the building. It’s just a circular walk, surrounded by Annie’s favorite flowers.
Finally, past the garden, rests the hot-tub. A mixture of the ornate and the simplistic, this place was fashioned to meet Annie’s tastes, as exactly as her husband possibly could. The water was always at optimal temperature, not matter what the weather was like.
Miguel worked all week, only stopping for four hours each night to sleep. After all, their anniversary was in less than ten days from when he had started; it needed to be finished before then. And thankfully, it was. Miguel could not wait to show Annie her anniversary present; it had been conceived, built, and decorated just for her. And still Miguel felt that it was not good enough to express what he felt for his wife, but it would have to do.