“Hello.” I reply, breathing in the scent of him. I can’t believe that he will soon be mine.
The waiter comes, and he orders for both of us, looking at me for approval. I nod, I am not hungry at all, at least what I want cannot be served on a plate.
When the waiter leaves, his eyes hold mine, and there is a teasing glint in their depths.
“You have to stop looking at me like that.” He sounds amused, “or else I will have to take you up to my suite right now, and have you for lunch”
I sigh at the image, “Why don’t you?” I whisper. It’s exactly what I want.
He leans back in his chair and smiles. I stare at him, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how incredible he is to look at. “Linda will be here to pick you up after lunch, to shop for a dress.” He shrugs. “We’ll be married by tonight.” His eyes are full of promise, “and then I’ll show you everythi
ng I’m thinking of doing to you right now.
There is no way I’m going to be able to eat now, I think, trying and failing to stop the throbbing between my legs. I press my thighs together and sigh. I can’t wait for tonight.
“So when did you two meet?” Linda asks me later, as we browse the racks for a good dress, me hesitantly, she, rapidly, as if she knows exactly what she is looking for. She ignored me throughout the drive in the car to dress shop, which she has picked out all by herself.
“Yesterday.” I reply. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I try to say it as if it means nothing, as if people get married all the time a day after they meet.
She snorts and continues browsing the rack. I prickle with irritation at the sound, but I don’t say anything. Suddenly I am determined to choose my own dress. I start to look for a dress too, determined not to wear anything she picks out.
Luckily, I find an off-white dress, sleeveless with a wide neck. It’s the kind of dress I’ve always dreamed of wearing. I pick it off the rack and tell Linda that I’ve found what I want. She nods in approval when I try it on and that rankles too. I don’t need her to approve my choices.
We buy other things, lingerie that makes me blush, while Linda looks at my reddening face as if she has never seen a blush before, shoes, a few other dresses, and then we go to a hair salon to fix up my hair and makeup. By the time I’m all dressed up, I don’t recognize myself. I don’t look my age, that’s for sure. I look grown-up and elegant.
Stacey meets us at the courthouse with her Brett, her husband, who looks confused by the whole thing. They both witness the ceremony, which for me, is only a blur. All I can see is David looking perfect in the dark blue suit promising to love me forever. I know it’s probably silly to imagine that I love him, but as I watch his lips say my name, I’m very sure that I do.
The official says something and David lifts my hand to slide the rings onto my finger, two rings, a sparking engagement ring, and a plain wedding band. I know his assistant has picked them out, but I don’t care, because I am happy and in love, and for the moment I know that everything is going to be all right.