Mr.Cater's Maid

A Decent Proposal

Working with a hangover could definitely be used as a form of torture in hell. I ran around all morning with a hammering headache making sure the bride's hair and makeup were done on time. The groom was as hungover as I was needed a bottle of water every 10 minutes, it seemed. He was definitely going to puke at least once before walking down the aisle.

"What fresh hell is this?" As we stood on the side, I heard Anna say while the friends and family walked into the church. "The bride has cried 3 times already, Maria had to fix her make up each time. She was about to walk out! And the groom is still drinking."

"You're kidding. When I was in the room before, I took all the bottles I could find. He needs way too much booze considering it's supposed to be the happiest day of his life." I observed.

"And she needs way too many tissues..." Anna joked.

In half an hour, all the guests were inside and settled. Anna and I stayed standing in the same spot as our job was to make sure the veil was hugging the floor just right for the video and pictures when the bride made her entrance.

"You look like you're about to puke," Anna noticed.

"Drank for the first time last night." I truthfully answered.

"We got a rebel on our hands! Who did you drink with?"

I didn't know how to answer this question, so I said a friend.

"Must be a special one if you were willing to drink for them. You went to one of the hottest clubs in New York and didn't have a sip."

I didn't answer, especially since now the bride was walking down, waiting for us to make her entrance look flawless. My mind, however, pondered Anna's statement. He was special. In fact, he was the first and only boy, man I said, I love you too. Too bad I don't remember what happened after. Too bad I have not had the balls yet to ask him what he thought. To discuss where we go from here. A part of me was so happy I finally let him know how I felt. Still, a part of me was sad that he wasn't calling me every hour to tell me he loved me too because if he did, I would call him every half an hour to say the same.

That doll of a human being, Anna, let me go after the wedding was over and spared me the drunk-infused after party. I was hoping to take the straight subway home, but I got a phone call just as I was about to get off my stop.

"Hey Diya, it's Deep. Are you free today? I was wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner." He asked.

"I may not be free for dinner today, but I can do lunch. In fact, I was just going to Market street to grab some food." I said. I had no plans for dinner, but I wanted to see Adam, plus if I saw Deep for lunch, it would avoid all the fights we would have over meeting him. Not that any of our fights come to any fruition. They were like a show that canceled before it could finish the story. When we go at it, we really let each other have it, but it always ends before the conclusion is revealed.

"Sure, I can meet you there soon!" he excitedly said. "There is a restaurant called Black Ink there. There is usually not a long wait..if...if you want to meet there?"

"Okay, see you in a bit."

***

I got to the restaurant where the hostess informed me that my party had already arrived. She led me to our table, and I saw Deep was already sitting. He was dressed to the nines with a black suit tailored perfectly to his skinny body. He looked more confident and sure of himself, but I could still see the old him as he looked around awkwardly, for I am guessing me. Finally, our eyes locked, and I stopped my observation and smiled at him, walking up to the table.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, half getting up, maybe to hug me, but second-guessed himself, and he sat back down.

"Hey, look at you! You look very dapper." I complimented. He let out a nervous giggle that he always did. I adored this guy. He wore his heart on his sleeves. "So tell me about this new job? What do you do there?"