clearly wasn't expecting this, but he bought himself a couple of seconds by taking the photograph and looking it over. "I, um, I don't think that I have any conflicts with the end of July," he managed to get out. "But isn't July a little soon?"
"It is," I agreed, "but this might be our only shot. And I really like this place! Should we go for it?"
After one last glance at the picture, Alex looked up at me. "Okay," he said at length. "Let's do it."
I let out a slight squeal of glee. "Yes! Thank you, thank you thank you thank you!" Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around my bemused fiance, his computer sliding off his lap onto the bedspread. After I planted a kiss on his cheek, I snatched the photograph back from Alex's hands and dashed back out of the bedroom, around the corner and into the dining room.
"Yes," I told Sally, my eyes shining with excitement. "End of July. Sacred Father Church. Let's plan it!"
Sally also jumped up from her seat, giving me a quick, excited hug as I jumped up and down. "Wonderful!" she enthused. "Let's start planning! And you'd better start thinking about bridesmaids!"
I sat down at the table with Sally, and we started looking through the large stack of pictures of flowers, centerpieces, invitations, and other wedding-related paraphernalia. As I took a seat, one last, oddly foreboding thought popped into my head. "No turning back now..."
Rick & Blossom's Visit
*
The day after Sally's visit, I woke up feeling happy. My wedding plans were in motion! Even lying in bed, warm in my blankets and with the comforting weight of Alex still asleep next to me, I was looking forward to a productive day. A day, I felt, that could just as easily be started in another half hour. I closed my eyes, snuggling into my pillow and pressing up against the sleeping form of my fiance.
A minute later, however, I heard the jarring, pestering buzzing noise of my phone, ringing on the bedside table beside me. I tried to ignore it, but I knew that it was hopeless by the tenth ring. I pulled myself groggily up on my elbows and reached out for the phone, trying to keep as much of myself as possible tucked beneath the comforting warmth of the sheets.
My questing fingertips managed to finally grab the edge of my phone, and I pulled it into my little cocoon. "Hello?" I said, my voice hoarse.
"Danielle, dear, is that you?" At the sound of the voice on the other end, I immediately sat bolt upright, any trace of sleep immediately purging itself from my system. I hadn't heard that voice since Christmas.
"Dad?" I said, pulling the blankets up around myself to cover my now-upright form. Beside me, Alex stirred slightly as I tugged on the sheets that were tucked beneath his arm. "Why are you calling me?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be in town today," my father informed me. "Are you and Alex going to be free? We would love to find time to sit down, maybe for lunch."
"Yeah, sure," I said, trying to get my thoughts together. I reached over and shook Alex's shoulder, but he merely murmured something about "pizza pockets" and turned over in his sleep.
"Great, great," my father replied. Strangely, he did not sound very appeased by this. "How about we meet you in a couple hours at that cafe by the mall, where we met up last time we had brunch together?"
It took me a minute to remember which place my father was talking about. The image of a rather shabby diner swam shakily into my memory. "Yes, we can meet you there," I agreed, mainly so that I could get my father off the line and go back to sleep.
"Great," my dad said again. "We will see you there soon."
As the click of my father hanging up rang in my ear, I suddenly realized what had been bothering me about his request. "Wait a minute," I said. "We? What do you mean, 'we'?" But it was too late - my father had already severed the connection.
As I set the phone back on my bedside table, I raised one elbow, slamming it into the side of my lazy fiance.
"It is," I agreed, "but this might be our only shot. And I really like this place! Should we go for it?"
After one last glance at the picture, Alex looked up at me. "Okay," he said at length. "Let's do it."
I let out a slight squeal of glee. "Yes! Thank you, thank you thank you thank you!" Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around my bemused fiance, his computer sliding off his lap onto the bedspread. After I planted a kiss on his cheek, I snatched the photograph back from Alex's hands and dashed back out of the bedroom, around the corner and into the dining room.
"Yes," I told Sally, my eyes shining with excitement. "End of July. Sacred Father Church. Let's plan it!"
Sally also jumped up from her seat, giving me a quick, excited hug as I jumped up and down. "Wonderful!" she enthused. "Let's start planning! And you'd better start thinking about bridesmaids!"
I sat down at the table with Sally, and we started looking through the large stack of pictures of flowers, centerpieces, invitations, and other wedding-related paraphernalia. As I took a seat, one last, oddly foreboding thought popped into my head. "No turning back now..."
Rick & Blossom's Visit
*
The day after Sally's visit, I woke up feeling happy. My wedding plans were in motion! Even lying in bed, warm in my blankets and with the comforting weight of Alex still asleep next to me, I was looking forward to a productive day. A day, I felt, that could just as easily be started in another half hour. I closed my eyes, snuggling into my pillow and pressing up against the sleeping form of my fiance.
A minute later, however, I heard the jarring, pestering buzzing noise of my phone, ringing on the bedside table beside me. I tried to ignore it, but I knew that it was hopeless by the tenth ring. I pulled myself groggily up on my elbows and reached out for the phone, trying to keep as much of myself as possible tucked beneath the comforting warmth of the sheets.
My questing fingertips managed to finally grab the edge of my phone, and I pulled it into my little cocoon. "Hello?" I said, my voice hoarse.
"Danielle, dear, is that you?" At the sound of the voice on the other end, I immediately sat bolt upright, any trace of sleep immediately purging itself from my system. I hadn't heard that voice since Christmas.
"Dad?" I said, pulling the blankets up around myself to cover my now-upright form. Beside me, Alex stirred slightly as I tugged on the sheets that were tucked beneath his arm. "Why are you calling me?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be in town today," my father informed me. "Are you and Alex going to be free? We would love to find time to sit down, maybe for lunch."
"Yeah, sure," I said, trying to get my thoughts together. I reached over and shook Alex's shoulder, but he merely murmured something about "pizza pockets" and turned over in his sleep.
"Great, great," my father replied. Strangely, he did not sound very appeased by this. "How about we meet you in a couple hours at that cafe by the mall, where we met up last time we had brunch together?"
It took me a minute to remember which place my father was talking about. The image of a rather shabby diner swam shakily into my memory. "Yes, we can meet you there," I agreed, mainly so that I could get my father off the line and go back to sleep.
"Great," my dad said again. "We will see you there soon."
As the click of my father hanging up rang in my ear, I suddenly realized what had been bothering me about his request. "Wait a minute," I said. "We? What do you mean, 'we'?" But it was too late - my father had already severed the connection.
As I set the phone back on my bedside table, I raised one elbow, slamming it into the side of my lazy fiance.
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