out a dress for me, lil’ wife-to-be.”
Sam comes walking out from behind the partition in a knee-length peach dress with one strap. It’s made of a sheer fabric that folds intricately over the bodice and then gently flows out from the waist. It reminds me of sunsets.
“That’s it, Sam. It’s beautiful on you.”
She gives a little twirl. “I love it.”
Babette comes out from the back. “Is this the one then, Miss Scott?”
I respond, “If Sam likes it, I’m good with it.”
Giving another twirl, Sam says, “Babette, you’re one hell of a dress-picker.”
Babette mashes her lips together to keep from laughing.
I’ve noticed she does that a lot around us. She probably thinks we are completely off our rocker.
The fashion designer walks over to me. “This is from Mr. Wales. Hair and makeup will be next with Nancy.”
She then hands me a black velvet box with a white linen envelope, and then she discreetly leaves. I look up at Sam. With the way her green eyes are looking at me, I know she already knows what this is about.
These notes make me feel starved for Damien. It’s like having a small taste of him, and it only makes me crave him.
First, I open the note.
With shaky fingers, I open the box. My breath catches when I see the necklace and hair combs. It’s a solid ring of mixed diamonds that are tightly interwoven. They are mainly marquise and pear-shaped. The diamonds sparkle from the faintest hint of light. The necklace matches the combs exactly. I would have assumed that they were bought together. The thought that this was Damien’s grandmother’s, whom he loved dearly, and his great-grandmother’s is so incredibly special.
I look up to Sam with tears in my eyes as I show them to her.
“They’re beautiful, Allison.”
I nod and look down again at his note. I’m at a loss for words as the significance of this gift absorbs and takes root.
“Okay, Miss Scott, my work is done. You look beautiful.”
Turning me to the mirror, the hairdresser expertly places the combs from Damien into my loosely curled hair, causing it to look fuller. My makeup is done in a natural look with the exception of a smoky shadow that makes my blue-green eyes pop.
“Thank you, Nancy. You did a fantastic job.”
The hairdresser gives me a genuine smile. “I’m glad, Miss Scott. Babette will be in momentarily.”
As Nancy leaves, I turn to Sam and give a big cheesy grin.
It’s really happening. I’m so close to being Allison Wales.
Sam has gone with an updo that has ringlets of cascading curls. Her makeup is heavier than mine, and the look makes her large green eyes sparkle.
Babette enters with another white envelope and a black velvet box. Emotionally, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
Out of the blue, Sam says, “Girl, we gonna drop it like it’s hot.”
That does it. We all start laughing, including Babette this time.
After taking the note and box, I open the envelope.
After all his thoughtfulness today, I feel so undeserving of this man. I’m not sure I will ever have a more perfect span of time in my life than these last couple of days.
Opening the black velvet box, I find a set of earrings and a bracelet to match the necklace and hair combs I already received. Each earring also has mixed diamonds on a screw-back post. They are as exquisite as his grandmother’s items.
The sentimental factor behind all of this is beyond words. Reading Damien’s note again, I rub my fingers over his words as I picture him sitting and writing this out.
Chandra walks into the room and says. “Girls, it’s time to get dressed.”
“If we don’t get this girl married soon, it’s going to be bad news for us all,” Sam says with a Southern accent.
I start giggling. I love her for knowing how to keep me from turning into a blubbering mess.
Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, I look at myself, and I am completely speechless at the transformation that has taken place. It’s
Sam comes walking out from behind the partition in a knee-length peach dress with one strap. It’s made of a sheer fabric that folds intricately over the bodice and then gently flows out from the waist. It reminds me of sunsets.
“That’s it, Sam. It’s beautiful on you.”
She gives a little twirl. “I love it.”
Babette comes out from the back. “Is this the one then, Miss Scott?”
I respond, “If Sam likes it, I’m good with it.”
Giving another twirl, Sam says, “Babette, you’re one hell of a dress-picker.”
Babette mashes her lips together to keep from laughing.
I’ve noticed she does that a lot around us. She probably thinks we are completely off our rocker.
The fashion designer walks over to me. “This is from Mr. Wales. Hair and makeup will be next with Nancy.”
She then hands me a black velvet box with a white linen envelope, and then she discreetly leaves. I look up at Sam. With the way her green eyes are looking at me, I know she already knows what this is about.
These notes make me feel starved for Damien. It’s like having a small taste of him, and it only makes me crave him.
First, I open the note.
With shaky fingers, I open the box. My breath catches when I see the necklace and hair combs. It’s a solid ring of mixed diamonds that are tightly interwoven. They are mainly marquise and pear-shaped. The diamonds sparkle from the faintest hint of light. The necklace matches the combs exactly. I would have assumed that they were bought together. The thought that this was Damien’s grandmother’s, whom he loved dearly, and his great-grandmother’s is so incredibly special.
I look up to Sam with tears in my eyes as I show them to her.
“They’re beautiful, Allison.”
I nod and look down again at his note. I’m at a loss for words as the significance of this gift absorbs and takes root.
“Okay, Miss Scott, my work is done. You look beautiful.”
Turning me to the mirror, the hairdresser expertly places the combs from Damien into my loosely curled hair, causing it to look fuller. My makeup is done in a natural look with the exception of a smoky shadow that makes my blue-green eyes pop.
“Thank you, Nancy. You did a fantastic job.”
The hairdresser gives me a genuine smile. “I’m glad, Miss Scott. Babette will be in momentarily.”
As Nancy leaves, I turn to Sam and give a big cheesy grin.
It’s really happening. I’m so close to being Allison Wales.
Sam has gone with an updo that has ringlets of cascading curls. Her makeup is heavier than mine, and the look makes her large green eyes sparkle.
Babette enters with another white envelope and a black velvet box. Emotionally, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
Out of the blue, Sam says, “Girl, we gonna drop it like it’s hot.”
That does it. We all start laughing, including Babette this time.
After taking the note and box, I open the envelope.
After all his thoughtfulness today, I feel so undeserving of this man. I’m not sure I will ever have a more perfect span of time in my life than these last couple of days.
Opening the black velvet box, I find a set of earrings and a bracelet to match the necklace and hair combs I already received. Each earring also has mixed diamonds on a screw-back post. They are as exquisite as his grandmother’s items.
The sentimental factor behind all of this is beyond words. Reading Damien’s note again, I rub my fingers over his words as I picture him sitting and writing this out.
Chandra walks into the room and says. “Girls, it’s time to get dressed.”
“If we don’t get this girl married soon, it’s going to be bad news for us all,” Sam says with a Southern accent.
I start giggling. I love her for knowing how to keep me from turning into a blubbering mess.
Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, I look at myself, and I am completely speechless at the transformation that has taken place. It’s
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