That new blue dress is really something else. It matches Gail's eyes beautifully. In fact, it just makes her look stunning. Every man here did a double take when she walked into the restaurant. I glared at some of the worst offenders because I just didn't like it. I should be the only allowed to ogle her. It just made my skin crawl. It feels like she's casting a spell on me. I keep staring at her lips and when I see her tongue come out to moisten them just makes me want to feel them pressed against mine. I don't know how many "wet" dreams she's been the star in the last few months. Now I'm living one, and it's becoming more and more difficult for me to maintain control. I look down, and as I try to stop my tears from running down my face, I whisper, "She knows I overheard her conversation with Rachel." Gail blushes more and says, "Something about pinning to something and kissing the daylights out of you with barely a hello." I can see her wheels spinning. She keeps looking at my food, and now she's scowling. I put my hand over hers and say, "Come on, Hol. We need to eat. My lunch hour is almost over. It'll be okay. Even if it isn't, you have one of my epi pens in your desk, at your house, in your car. Don't you think you are overreacting a little?"

Damn it, Price. I know how to do my makeup. You're going to make me look like Dolly Parton," I say frustrated and nervous as I grab the make-up from Price. I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life. When she turns on the light, my jaw drops to the floor again. God, can this woman render me speechless at a drop of a dime? The ceiling and all the walls have white Christmas lights, and they give the room such a beautiful glow. In the center of the room is a small table, with a bouquet of fire and ice roses, rose petals on and off the table with what I assume is a bottle of either wine or champagne. Just as I'm about to tell Tracy to leave me the hell alone, I hear her voice. I turn to the small karaoke stage, and she's there. She's looking me straight in the eye, and her eyes seem to be pleading with me. "This song is dedicated to the gorgeous brunette at the bar. I'm sorry for not telling you, and I hope you can forgive me. The song is "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic"by Sleeping at Last. I swallow hard one last time while cussing out my phone in my head as I say, "I got enough. No worries." There's the lopsided grin. I love the way it lights up her eyes. My stupid phone goes off before she can answer me. This time its Price. Damn Disney Princess. She's waiting for me outside. As soon as Holly hears the phone go off, she asks still grinning, "Chloe, right?"Still refusing to meet her gaze I mumble the only thing I can. The truth. I mumble, "I, umm, well, I accidentally overheard your conversation with Rachel the other day." That's not what I meant Gail. You know how I feel about you. You betrayed me. It's like you read my diary. Is that why you're being so nice? Are you trying to let me down easy?" Holly whispers as a couple of tears roll down her cheek. Uh huh, so that's why you haven't done a thing since you sat down at your desk. Price said you started acting funny after your lunch with Holly. What happened? Maybe I can help," Tracy prods. As she sits on the couch, she says, "Okay, Gail you got 45 minutes. I'm meeting your brother at the Penny. What's going on?" Happy Birthday Holly !! Enjoy that that lovely cake," Lisa said. Holly was surprised with champagne and cake in the closing moments of the show on Thursday.

On social media today, ITV star Phillip Schofield replied: "Happy happy birthday gorgeous, hope you have the best day." BBC EastEnders star Tamzin Outhwaite told her: "Happy birthday to this beauty, have a gorgeous day Hol." Uh-huh, it's a date for you even if she doesn't know it. I can't believe that your Officer is this dense or dumb. From what you told me, your invitation screamed date. Does she even know it's your birthday?" Tracy, if you share anything I'm about to say with absolutely anybody, I swear to God I'll never speak to you again." The room erupts in applause, catcalls, and requests for another song; she just drops the mic and begins to get off the stage. I feel Tracy gives me a shove in her direction while softly saying, "Go, Holly. Yes, I know she hurt you, but you can devastate her. Please be gentle with my friend." Yes, I called in a few favors. So, would you like to go?" Holly asks again, but this time her tone is different. She's nervous. Why? I don't know. There's not a place I wouldn't go with her.

The night is going great. I'm over the moon. I can't believe it. Now, hopefully, the Penny will go as planned and maybe just maybe I'll get a good night kiss and then I can die happy. And I mean happy. But it's her birthday. I meant what I said. She deserves a special night, and I'm determined to give her one. But it's time I make my intentions clear. I grab her hand, intertwine our fingers and whisper, "Come on Lunchbox. Your carriage awaits." I'll be here," Chloe says as I get out of the patrol car. As soon as I shut the door, she's off. She is going to find her Prince Charming. They're having lunch at the precinct. I pretend to be writing reports, but that's the last thing on my mind. I keep twirling my pen between my thumb and forefinger while thinking about my lunch with Holly and the conversation I overheard. I sigh and decide to take a chance. "As the Disney Princess has already reported, I had lunch with Holly. Everything was going fine and then she asked if I wanted to go with her to Vittorio's on Friday. You've heard of it, right?"