The Coffee Shop

Part 36

The God, the Bad and the Ugly.

Hello there, fabulous people from around the globe.

Have you heard the news? Or, how you heard the bells? Chris Evans is now engaged to his non-famous girlfriend, Julia. They have been together for almost a year and we were able to see them together in some event of the ex-former Captain America. 

A source just told us that he proposed to her in their house, a very intimate event followed but a celebration with some friends and family. Some sources said that some of his partners from Marvel was there. 

Also, Elizabeth Olsen and Julia, Evan's fiancée, were together in NYC and some people assure that they were going to wedding shops together, along with Chris' mother. How sweet!

What we know for sure is that it seems that America's Ass is finally settle down. 

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"I can believe you read this kind of shit, Julia! Really?" Chris grabbed my phone and started to read the blog. He eyes were looking for the bad part of the post but, to be honest, it was kind of nice. I knew from Scott that he wasn't allow to read news about him. 

"Are you happy? It's nothing bad, my mom just sent it to me. She was kind of proud. Having Captain America as her son-in-law seems like her biggest achievement in life." I sighed and took back my phone. Chris sat next to me on the coach and took my legs so I would put them on his lap. I tried to move them, so I wouldn't bother him, but he grabbed them again with a very sad face and look straight to me.

"Don't you dare." I smiled and watched how he looked at my moles and scars. "I mean, who can blame your mom. They even called me America's Ass."

"Dude! Gross!" I laughed trying to escape from him but he grabbed me and pull me even closer. Now I was sat on his lap. His hand were resting on my legs and on my waist. I smiled and let myself get lost on his manly smell. 

"I told you to stay there and not escape... You are such a brat." Then he kissed the top of my head and hugged me even harder. We were like that for a moment, just enjoying a little calm in this crazy storm. 

Our places looked like a train station the past few weeks, family coming almost every single day to try and help with the wedding. One day, when I was crying because I couldn't figure out how to sit everybody in the venue and Chris almost start to yell at some poor invitation, we made the best decision ever: we hired a wedding planner. She helped us not only with the wedding but also with the tickets for my family, bringing my dress a few days early and, well, with almost everything in our life. To sum up, I didn't know I had to hire someone to do my hair and make up that day and being aware of how to get them to the venue. So yes, she saved our life. Maybe that's sounds quite dramatic but when you worked like crazy and your fiancée was a movie star to have this kind of quality time is nuts.

"I can't believe we are gonna get married in just a week." Chris said almost in a whisper, my smile got a little better and kiss him.

"I will be the one wearing white."

"I will be the one standing there waiting for you." He laughed. 

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"Am I fat?" 

"Okay, I'm gonna kick your ass, Juls." Scott gave me the worst look that I have ever seen him giving. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"I mean..."

"No, I won't hear any stupid thing like that." He crossed his arm and sighed. 

We were on his place, painting a room with a grey color that I really don't like but I had to shut up. You don't want your future bother-in-law to be mad at you before your wedding. I put some tape on a plug before painting that part. Chris was in L.A. doing some auditions, he told me he wouldn't take any job until our honeymoon was over but this was a huge project and he couldn't say no. So, he was duty free but he was gonna pay for this.

"Julia, I can hear you thinking over here." He left his brush on the can. "What is happening in that pretty head? Were you reading one of this awful gossip blogs again?"

"No." I was lying, yes, but I didn't want to die. "Maybe it's just some nervous before the wedding, you know? I'm sure every bride would feel like this... Like you have to be the most beautiful bride ever or that is the day where you have to look like a princess and shit." I was painting the same spot over and over again while trying not to look at Scott. 

"Did you really say shit and princess in the same phrase?" I throw the tape to him and he started to laugh. "White flag! White flag!" I left the brush on the can and just lie down on the floor. "It's normal to feel that way, I think, society put so much pressure on people, specially on women, that I can understand you are worry about that. You know, all the 'you have to look like this in order to be happy and successful.' But I don't understand why are you feeling like this, did something happen?" 

"I think the fact that I'm gonna marry one of the sexiest man alive doesn't help the fact that I think I look fact in my wedding dress." 

"You always can drop it." I raised an eyebrow and he smiled. "I mean the dress, don't you dare drop my brother. I have a no returns policy." We both laughed.

"Man, you really don't want him back."

"He is all yours. "He lied down next to me and grabbed my hand. "Juls, you are beautiful, you know that, right?"

"Yes?"

"You are gonna be the most beautiful bride ever, believe me. Now, let's grab some wine and let's look at some embarrassing videos of Chris, deal?"

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Author's note:

Hi! I'm so sorry for the long waiting on this part. Lately I haven't been feeling very inspired. I tried my best so, please, be nice... 

Btw, I am going to start going to my acting school in a few days! I'm so nervous! I graduated from college in 2017 so I'm kind of worry and excited! I hope I can keep up with the classes, they are in English and it isn't my first language... so, let's pray for the best. 

If you are having a bad day, you have to remind yourself that it's okay, tomorrow will be a better day. As always I send you all the love and good vibes. Please, stay healthy and safe... the world is a dark place and you deserve all the light.