I do not sleep well at all through the night. My mind is too full of the possibilities of what might happen. To be honest I am expecting the worst but praying for a miracle.
Since I can’t sleep, I finally move to the couch and turn on the television. I tune into the local news channel and things go from bad to worse. I thought it was simply a local story that would pass quickly but I thought wrong.
I suppose there’s some young ‘wannabe great reporter’ at the station who’s decided that this story might just be their ticket to something bigger. They have dug up more information about the wedding and, more importantly, my business. I listen as the latest news about the story is broadcast and feel sick. If only it was morning sickness, it would surely be better than this.
The reporter is a young woman, blond and pretty with a captivating smile who seems only too happy to be telling the world about me and my business.
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I sit down but only on the edge of the single-seater sofa, behind me.“Mr. and Mrs. Benton, I came here to tell you how truly sorry I am for what happened last night. I expect that you’ve heard the news by now. You must…”Emma looks up her eyes suddenly hard. “What were you thinking?” she asks her voice rising steadily as she speaks. “What in heavens name made you believe talking anyone out of cold feet when they’re getting married was a good idea?”“Experience has shown me that people get cold feet. When the bride or groom or both get cold feet, they do eventually get married. I did what I did because I know how hard it is to get people to come from so many different places at such an expense only to be disappointed if the wedding doesn’t go ahead.”“Do you think I care?” Emma asked. “Do you think I care about the cost? I care about my daughter. She is eve
I can’t stop thinking about her. Seeing her this morning as I was leaving George’s house was the last thing I expected. She is beautiful. More than beautiful. She has a certain something about her that attracts me. I don’t know what it is but I’ve never felt it before.I remember the time we spent together the night before. I would give anything to have another opportunity to spend time alone with her like that. If only we had more time before we were interrupted. Things might have been different. We could still have spoken more civilly if only the groom hadn’t been caught with his… well if he hadn’t been so stupid.Talking about offering legal services was the wrong thing to do, and giving Trish’s parents my business card was just plain foolish. I now realize that it made me look exactly like the person she thought I am. And as far as meeting her this morning went?I am sure she thinks I was there to talk about T
“So, what are you waiting for? What better way to make an example of the joke of his daughter's wedding is by tearing a wedding planner’s business down along with the wedding that blew up in her and everyone’s face?”“I did not suggest that they should sue you. I went there because I thought they only wanted to hire me for the divorce.”Viola shrugs. “If not you, it would be someone else anyway. This will give you the vindication you need for your beliefs.”“Look, I didn’t want to do this at your expense,” I reply.“But you’ve been asked to and you will, because it’s what you do.” Viola sits forward and places her chin on her hand. Her eyes are narrowed again and she smiles cynically. “Look on the bright side.”“What’s that?” I ask. I don’t see how there is any bright side to this at all. Not for her at least.“
I go back inside and tell Viola that George has agreed to accept the refund. I remove a standard letter of settlement from my briefcase, fill in the details by hand and have Viola sign the agreement.She signs it and makes sure I have the check.“Thanks,” I say.“Thank you,” she replies.I hesitate and then venture to offer her a suggestion. “You can fight this, all the other lawsuits.”“And I suppose you want me to appoint you as my lawyer?”I shake my head. “I’m not thinking of that. I’m just saying you can fight this. You can’t settle everyone’s claims.”“I don’t intend to. I’m filing for bankruptcy.”“But you’re not…”“… Not insolvent?” She asks and laughs cynically. “For a lawyer, you make too many assumptions. I guess now that you know what my fee for Trish&rs
The drama has ended and the story has passed. Viola and the wedding whisperer are little more than a memory and the odd meme that pops up on social media here and there.Trish’s divorce case has been settled. There wasn’t much chance for Eric to fight given the evidence against him. It’s been one of my easiest cases ever and I’m glad it’s over.I can’t stop thinking about Viola though. Not because I feel sorry for her but because I want to see her. I want to be with her. I’ve tried calling her and sent text messages but she doesn’t answer. I’ve driven by her house a few times.I know it’s creepy but I don’t care.A ‘For Sale’ sign has been hammered into the beautifully manicured front lawn. It tells me she wasn’t lying but then I never took her for a liar. All I saw in Viola was a woman who had nothing but the best of intentions in her heart. She believed in what she did.
She has red hair that falls just past her shoulders. Her hair frames her face as it hangs smooth, silken, and straight. Her eyes are emerald green and her lips full and perfect. I am sure I have seen her somewhere before but can’t quite recall where.As it happens, I do not need to recall where I have seen her before. She remembers me.“Oh, my goodness! Viola! It’s so good to see you! I had no idea that you were in town. How long have you been back?”As she speaks to me, the penny drops. Amber. I went to school with her. We graduated in the same year. I never expected to find her here after all this time.“Amber,” I reply, surprised. She steps forward and hugs me as if we are best friends. “I never thought I’d see you here.”“Well, it is me. I never left,” she smiles.I’m surprised to hear her say it. As far as I can recall, Amber had big plans which included leaving the
“The quick lawyer comeback,” she smiles then continues, “You’re in luck. You haven’t killed any passions yet.”“That’s good to know,” I say heaving a silent sigh of relief.She changes the subject. “Who was the wedding planner? Maybe I know her?”“I didn’t get her name,” I reply. I don’t want to mention Viola’s name. It might just be the passion killer Christine has referred to and I’m not going to take a chance on opening up the conversation in that direction.I order another round of drinks and then another. We’re getting more and more comfortable with each other and the whiskey is having the desired effect and lowering our walls.“So, what made you decide to talk to me in the elevator and ask a stranger for a drink?” Christine finally asks.I hesitate and wonder if I should tell the truth. The alcohol gives me the courag
I struggle to resist since I want her so badly but I want to deny her and myself this moment as long as possible, making it last longer.She senses me moving away.“Tease. Give me what I want,” she demands hungrily, “or I’ll show you I can be just as selfish or worse.”Her tone tells me she’ll live up to her threat and so I relent a little. She shifts and connects with my shaft. I press forward a bit until I am just inside her.“Ah fuck yes,” she whisper-sighs. I hold myself there and give tiny thrusts but don’t give her my full length.She decides to take matters into her own hands and suddenly pushes up and back with her arms. I don’t expect it and in the next instant, I’m buried as deep as I can go in her.“Yes, dammit! That’s what I’m talking about!” she exclaims.Now that I’m buried deep in her and can feel her wetness on me, I start l
I need a wedding whisperer. I haven’t used one since the story about using a wedding whisperer blew up and destroyed my business the first time around.The bride has cold feet and I don’t know what to do.Even worse, I am the bride. I am the one with cold feet.Rick, the man of my dreams is waiting to marry me but I’m afraid.I know he hasn’t dated seriously and I wonder if he knows what he’s getting into. He’s only dated me seriously aside from Christine if his time with Christine could even be considered as serious dating.Before that, he was a hit-and-run man. I know why. He told me why and I can understand it. I also know that he’s moved on from that. He has changed for the better and he has ultimately chosen me over Christine. After everything came to light about her who wouldn’t have chosen someone else?But being nasty is not going to solve my problem now.Will he stick with me or
I stay out of sight until Christine has entered the church. I wait a few seconds more and then enter behind her. The church is full but I find some empty seats near the back. I see Rick looking backward. I think he might have seen me but I can’t be sure. Maybe he’s only looking at Christine.Then, just before Christine reaches the front of the church a man enters, looks around, and spots the empty seats next to me. He comes over and sits next to me.He’s big and well-built. I give him a cursory glance and smile as he sits beside me. He smiles back and then looks to the front of the church. He seems tense and focused as he looks to the front of the church.I think he’s handsome and I wonder if the universe is sending me another opportunity. Maybe the universe has accepted that Rick and I are a lost cause and it’s decided to offer me another gift.Grow up, my inner voice says sourly. You seem to think the universe
My inner voice rises with its usual wisdom, yes, but usually, someone’s got to take the first step. If he doesn’t and you don’t then that’s it. Are you going to leave it up to him?I answer my inner voice, I wish you would make up your mind. Are you with me or against me? You always go against me.At least I help you consider the options…And consequences, I add.I specifically didn’t want to go back to work with Lara until after the wedding because I was afraid I would do something that would make her fire me again. And I’m pretty sure that if she fires me a second time, there’ll be no going back. I don’t want to take the chance that I’ll screw up again. I need this job and she needs the help.My inner voice is full of wisdom this morning. Is that really why you didn’t want to go back to work until after the wedding? Or is it because if you d
I don’t move and he makes it into the lift just in time. He spins me round to face him and before I can do anything he pulls me close and kisses me. It takes me a moment before I respond. I have wanted Grady since I saw him again and as much as I have been denying him sex with me I have been denying myself. I’m crazy with desire and at last, I respond to his kiss. Our mouths melt together as our fingers find each other’s neck or hair to stroke or grab. Our breathing accelerates and we sound like we’ve just finished running a marathon. When we finally separate, I look down to the lobby and my eyes find Lara.She is looking at me in disbelief and astonishment.“Fuck!’ I say.‘What is it?” Grady asks. He wants to look where I’m looking but I stop him.“Don’t look,” I say. I try to consider my options and make a decision quickly. “Don’t get out of the elevator with me. Go back
That’s it. There’s nothing more to say or explain. I couldn’t expect any more or less. I look out the cab’s window and watch the city passing by. I feel as if I’m watching my dream dissolve and blow away in the wind. I had it all this time and I’ve thrown it away. I begin to cry silent tears. The cab ride seems to take forever.I think of all the times that the universe kept pushing me back into Rick’s path as if we were meant to be together.Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t that we were meant to be together. Maybe it’s because this industry isn’t for me. Maybe I don’t belong here and maybe it’s used Rick to throw me out again. I don’t know what I’ll do now. I can’t leave Los Angeles again. The opportunities are here. I’ll just have to find it. But that’s the least of my worries right now.I don’t receive any messages from Rick. Why would I? I guess he&r
We finish the meeting and we finish our coffee, but neither of us gets up to leave. We sit looking at each other making awkward small talk.Rick finally decides to venture down the path we’ve been avoiding and I know it’s time to leave.“Viola…”“… don’t,” I cut him off. “Please. My job is to see you get married and that’s what I’m going to do.” I pack up my things and stand. “I’ll be in touch. Send me your guest list.” I turn and make my way to the cashier. I pay for our coffee and leave without looking back.I hasten away from the coffee shop as I’m overcome with sadness. Tears well up in my eyes and run down my cheeks before I can stop them. I have no idea why I feel like this. I have never spent any decent amount of time with Rick to know if we might even be compatible in the long term. All we shared was a passionate moment at a wedding and then aga
When I get home I have a few more drinks as I sit in the dark of my living room pondering my discussion with Lewis. I decide that he’s right. Much of what he said is true. I’ve never been in a long-term relationship before. That’s my own doing I know, but people change and I don’t feel bad about wanting to change. Why should I? On the other hand, it makes sense that I want to stick with what I know which is the one-night stand lifestyle. That would explain my longing for Viola. Maybe I’m only interested in her because she’s the one that got away. If we have sex, I might lose interest. Am I going to do that at the expense of a sure thing with Christine?When I think of it in that context I make peace with my thoughts and I’m grateful that nothing more happened between Viola and me.Feeling a sense of peace I head off to bed and drift off to sleep with a small thought knocking on the door of my mind. It’s small but it
I look at Viola on the other side of the room.“What happened?” I ask.“I can’t… we can’t do this. Please go,” she says. Then, as if realizing for the first time that she’s topless, she covers herself with her arm and moves back to the sofa where she snags her top off the floor and pulls it over her head. I watch her as she lifts her hands over her head to put her top on. The movement lifts her breasts and accentuates them and then she’s dressed again.“Please go,” she says again.Viola, c’mon. Let’s talk…”“Get out!” she shouts.I get up and make my way to the entrance hall. I open the door and let myself out. She follows me at a distance still covering her breasts even though she’s wearing her top again. I look back at her once I’m outside the apartment.“Let’s just talk,” I say in a calm voice.
I’m mad. I’m angry. He always does this to me. My inner voice says if he makes you angry, why are you standing here so close to him?Shut up, I tell my inner voice. I am close. Too close. But I don’t want to move away. This is my kitchen, after all. My apartment. Well, not mine, but you know what I mean.He’s gazing into my eyes and he’s close enough that I notice his eyes studying my face. They settle on my lips and I swallow. I lick my lips nervously before his eyes move down over my body.I take my coffee and turn away. I move around the small island in the middle of the kitchen and head for the door. He watches me go and then picks up his coffee and follows me.I lead the way to the living room and I’m pretty sure his eyes are on my ass. Why did I wear these shorts, I wonder?I remain standing as I wait for him to sit down. He takes his seat on the sofa where he sat before.