Photography (A Beatles Fanfiction)

27 / the night before

A small package was sitting on George's step in front of the door when we returned from the fair that night. 

"Hm, that's odd, I didn't order anything," he said, picking it up and examining it. "Maybe Paul sent ye something." 

"Let's open it and see," I suggested, shutting the door behind me. George tossed me the package. It wasn't in a box, but in a bag; so I could easily open it with my fingers.

Inside was a tiny blue box labeled "Tiffany & Co." and a small, folded up sheet of paper. 

"Yeah, they're from Paul. I think they arrived late, though." I smiled a little, and butterflies flew through my stomach due to my excitement to open each one.

George noticed what I was holding, and raised his eyebrows. "Oh...wow."

"How about we see what the paper says?" I asked him excitedly. He came closer to me and placed his hand on my back.

I opened up the little note, and the first thing I noticed was that at the top it read "My Dearest Brie".

"Oh God," I muttered, rolling my eyes and laughing a little.

"What? Oh...he spelled your name wrong," George said, hovering over my shoulder and laughing along with me. 

So much for "no misspellings, no mispronunciations, no misconceptions". I guess that it was an inevitable fate that there was always going to be someone, somewhere, who would mess up my name in some way.

"Isn't a Brie a type of cheese?" I asked, giggling. I grabbed a pen from the table, crossing out each "Brie" I saw and replacing it with the correct spelling.

"I guess! Okay, let's read it now," George replied, shaking his head. He sat down on the sofa, and I did the same; taking the box along with me. 

I held the letter out in front of me so both of us could see, and I began to read it out loud.

My Dearest B̶r̶i̶e̶, Bri

You have no idea how much I miss hearing your beautiful voice and seeing your gorgeous face. I will be home soon darling, I promise. But here's a little something I saw at the jewelry store that reminded me of you. It just screams "̶B̶r̶i̶e̶"̶,  "Bri", and it suits you well. I really hope you like it, because I think it's just as lovely as you are. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again, and perhaps this little trinket will remind you of me until I can. I love you, B̶r̶i̶e̶!ღ Bri! Ciao, bella!

Sincerely, 

Paul

"I think it was sweet. It's the thought that counts, right?" I asked George, setting the note down and reaching for the box.

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, suddenly seeming a little sad.

I frowned a little, then lifted the lid off the box. A necklace with a few diamonds and a tiny opal stone in the center lay inside of it.

"Wow, this really is...beautiful," I whispered, admiring it. It twinkled under the light in a variety of colors. "George, could you put it on for me, please?" 

"Sure, darling. Turn around." George removed the necklace from the box, and I shifted around so my back was facing him. 

He picked up my hair, and I helped him grab it. I loved it when George touched my hair. He made me feel like a princess by the way he was so soft and gentle with it. I never got that feeling when Paul touched it.

George let go, and then he steadily placed the necklace against my collarbone. I could feel his soft breaths on the back of my neck, causing me to shiver a bit.