Dear Journal,

I might be a bit of an evil genius.

Carla called me a love sick idiot. ( I think the interns and assistants sent her because they want our little Cold War to end.)

Today, May and I went to scout locations for our upcoming show. I pulled a little trick and called in a favor from Carla, asking her to pretend to be sick so May would join me instead. It worked, and now we're out here, exploring different venues with our assistants.

We've seen several locations—from museums to outdoor parks—but none of them have the charm or space we're looking for.

So...being the devious bastard that I am with my own hidden agenda, I decided to take May to the indoor botanical garden where we went on our date.

It's a place that holds a special memory for both of us after all. We had a cozy picnic here which quickly developed into...other things. And by other things, I mean sex. Have you ever made love to woman surrounded by the most rarest and beautiful flowers? No, you should try it because it is exhilarating. Thank god I rented out the whole place. I'd probably tear out somebody's eyes if they had seen May like that. (She's a sight to be admired, I'd commission a painting if I had the time.)

(Once again, a reminder—slightly obsessive and possessive.)

Our assistants seemed awed by the space and beauty of the location. I asked them to go find the staff, giving us some much-needed space. They left eagerly, and I made a mental note to thank them later.

May was staring at the white roses, transfixed by their beauty. I couldn't help myself; I plucked one and put it in her hair. But instead of smiling, she seemed sadder. I told her she was lovelier than all the flowers here, trying to lift her spirits. (I know...I'm very smooth.)

She looked at me with those green eyes of hers and said, "You'll regret meeting me, just like the rest." It broke my heart to hear her say that. I assured her that I wouldn't run away, that I'm here to stay.

May is perfect to me, flaws and all. She's just scared—both of us are.

I pulled her into my arms, happy that she fit like she belonged against my body. I inhaled her intoxicating scent as she sobbed into my chest, apologising over and over. She had compared me to James and I knew she regretted it. I'd have forgiven her regardless.

She's mine.

Before we could continue, a staff member interrupted us. Though I was irritated that our conversation was cut short, I composed myself and told the staff member that we wanted to book this place as our venue.

As we walked back, I felt elated.

Now, we haven't talked yet but I'm sure we can get through this. We'll be okay.

The good news is that we found a venue. This place, with its serene beauty, seems perfect for our show—and maybe it can be a symbol of new beginnings for us too.

Much to do,

- Alexander