As I was pulling up to the house, I noticed one single light on in the upstairs bedroom. Confused, I parked the car and go out, never taking my eyes off of the window. I knew that nobody was there, but I couldn't remember if I had left the light on before, even though in the back of my head, I knew that the light was in a room I never go into, so the light should not be on. I walked up to the door and tried to open it, but it was still locked; I laughed at myself and told myself to get over it, nobody was in my house. I unlocked the door and walked in, trying to see in the darkness; I finally found the light switch and flipped it on, and nearly fainted when I saw what was before me.
There were rose petals all over the floor in front of the staircase. I was a little scared as I walked up and looked up the stairs trying to see something, anything. I had to get a hold of myself, would a burglar put down rose petals? No, so it had to be someone I knew, hopefully. I put my purse and keys on the little table next to the stairs and started to walk up; about halfway through I heard the music, coming from the left. My heart started pounding as I continued to follow the sound of the music and the rose petals under my feet. I finally made it to the door that the music was coming from and saw the light on through the bottom of the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, which turned out to be what looked like hundreds of lit candles, I caught his reflection in the mirror and gasped.