Abby I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice. But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet. “Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?” “W
“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.” “Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room. Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—” “This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuc
Abby I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice. But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet. “Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?” “W
“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.” “Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room. Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—” “This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuc
Abby I step out of Damon’s office with the yellow flower still pressed between my fingers. There is a bittersweet smile on my face, but not for the reasons that Damon seems to believe. After all, I’m not really smiling because a handsome prince has just given me a flower. Rather, I’m smiling to
Abby Two lines. My hands shake as I stare down at the test in my hands. Two lines—pregnant. No, more than two lines, if you count the other two tests I’ve taken. Six lines; three positive results. “I just don’t believe it,” I whisper, my eyes misted over with tears. “I… I…” My voice trails o
I’m just about to open my mouth to respond when the intercom connected to the private rooms suddenly buzzes to life. “Chef Abby and staff, please report to the kitchen.” … “Whew. I am beat,” John says, wiping the sweat off of his brow with his towel as we wrap up for the day. “What a long day.
Karl The clock ticks on infuriatingly as I sit in the silent hotel room. Tick, tick, tick. God, I want to rip that thing out of the wall. My fingers, needing some kind of distraction, pick at the loose threads on the bed sheets. But all the while, my eyes are only fixed on one thing: my phone. I
Abby Intrigued, I let Karl take my hand and lead me discreetly away from the reception, weaving through the tables and out a back door into the gardens. A mischievous grin plays on his lips as we giggle like teenagers, ducking behind hedges and scurrying across the lush green lawns. “Where are w
As the music shifts to a slow ballad, I feel a familiar pair of strong arms circle my waist from behind. “There’s my beautiful wife,” Karl’s deep voice rumbles in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He spins me around to face him, our bodies swaying in time to the soft music. I gaze up at him
Abby The reception hall is cast in a warm, romantic glow, with twinkling lights and the warm flickering of candles on every table. Soft music plays as Karl and I make our entrance, hand-in-hand to raucous applause and cheers from our guests. I can’t stop smiling as we wave to our loved ones gather
Abby The afternoon sun streaming in through the tall windows of the chapel casts the stones in a warm golden light, giving everything a sort of ethereal energy. I stand in the hallway, my arm linked with Anton’s, as the wedding coordinator prepares everyone to walk down the aisle. “Are you ready
Abby As I sit in front of the vanity mirror with the hair and makeup artist circling around me, I meet my friends’ gazes in the reflection; Chloe, Leah, Daisy, and even Elsie are here as my bridesmaids, each of them looking more beautiful than the last. “The seamstress really did do a great job
Abby With a gasp of excitement, I pull the wedding gown out of its box and hold it up in the light. Everything is perfect; the way the beadwork catches the light, the silky texture, the shape. I can’t wait to try it on now that it’s been altered to fit my body. Quickly, I slip out of my clothe
Abby “Abby, why don’t you sit down?” Karl looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the sofa, a look of concern on his face. He pats the spot next to him, but I shake my head. “I can’t,” I say, continuing to pace back and forth in our living room. “I won’t sit down until I hear back about that
Abby As I chop, stir, melt, and saute, the others stand around me, watching intently. The pasta simmers on the stove, the air smelling like warm butter and spices. It’s enough to make anyone’s mouth water. But my focus isn’t on the rumbling in my belly, nor is it even on the lingering pain in my
As we continue searching, I keep thinking back on our last harrowing hunt for black truffles; those poachers nearly shot us. Even now, I can still remember the sound of the bullets whizzing past my head, and the thuds they made when they careened into trees. “We got really lucky,” I say. “If we ha