After a blind date, Audrey and Hamilton find themselves falling in love with one another. Unknowingly, Hamilton was drafted, and sent out to fight in the Vietnam War. Audrey found her world spiraling out of control, with her first love on the other...
Excitement arises in me, as the time for my date approaches.
"Harvard" written on top of my admissions packet, sits at my desk to haunt me.
"Audrey this teal dress, would look darling on you." My mother says, as she takes deep breathes between each word.
"Momma, I'll just stay home. I'm going to call Hamilton, and cancel."
My father chimes in "that won't be necessary, go, and be home by 11:00."
I made eye contact with my mom, and she smiles so softly, rubbing the pocket of her apron. I can tell she's trying not to cry. She's in pain. I hope she knows how much of my heart she consumes. She gets up, patting the dress as she lays it on my bed, pretending nothing is wrong.
"Go on now darling, before you're late."
I pull the dress over my head, feeling the cotton thread against my skin. I turn to look into the mirror. My hair styled in a "bee hive" with a black headband.
Wow, I thought, I am glowing from with in.
Knock. Knock. "Hamilton's here" my father exclaimed from down stairs.
Each step I take, you can hear the old pine wood creek. Hamilton, standing at the end of the stair case, adoring me. He removes his hat, and places it in his left hand, as he had a vase of peonies in his right, standing there nervously.
"Au-Audrey, you look absolutely stunning!" His eyes followed the silhouette of my slender, but curvy body. "I mean, you're always stunning, but I mean, wow," he tried to plea his case. Hamilton, was falling in love with me, but I was too simple minded to know it.
My weak mother follows slowly behind me, grasping the hand rails, as if they had the ability to give her more strength then what she had already mustered up, to make her way down the stairs.
After reaching for the slightly wilted flowers, she makes her to the kitchen to add water to the vase.
Standing just in my peripheral, I see her smiling at me, as if she approves of the romantic gesture.
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I shyly smile, turning my face into my shoulder, "are you ready?" He takes my hand, and walks me out.
"BACK BY 11:00!" My father yelled from the kitchen but was heard on the porch.
We cracked a few jokes as we strolled the streets. Telling puns trying to one up the next. Just a few blocks short from the golfing corse, Hamilton stops me.
Putting his finger over my soft, stout, sharply sculpted lips, hushing me in the most gentle way.
Without hesitation, he leans in, pressing his lips against mine. The sweet taste of him haunted my soul as a wanted this to happen. With no delay, I kissed him back. The sound of our lips separating was music to my ears. My eyes slowly open, stopping at his lips first, then up to his hazel eyes.
