Cheryl Danes

You come home and the lights to the apartment are dimmed.. "Cheryl?" you call out, "Honey, I'm home." You look down the hall to see a row of tea lights in cups leading from the living room, past the bathroom, and stopping at the bedroom. Then you hear the romantic music. You drop everything and follow the lights. Your heart is pounding, you lips feel dry, and your hands tremble. You open the door to the bedroom.