Chapter 41 - The Unbearable Wait

The dress was perfect for her, she told herself as she appraised her appearance in front of the mirror. She wanted to know just how he had been able to figure out what would suit her but she did not have the time to be dazzled by the semantics of the whole happenstance. What mattered the most right now was that the dress was perfect. She felt like a bride on her wedding day. She blushed at the thought of being his bride as she gently let a smile escape her lips. She did not want to relish in the event of something that may not even be and it was the very thing that made her happy.