One Journey, the Final

Chapter 8:

            With Harry gone for six months, I found it very important to keep myself occupied. Each morning, I would wake up at five and go running. I would get back around six or six-thirty, take a shower, and get ready for work. I would arrive at work at about 8:00, work around the clock until five, get home and plan the wedding. Lyla would come over for dinner each night, to keep me company. I loved having her around more, my life was very gray without Harry here, and she was just the colorful splash I needed.

      I turned the key in my lock, swung the door open to smell cooking bacon and eggs.

     "Lyla?" I asked, assuming that it was her.

     "I'm in the kitchen!" her familiar voice calls. I lay my stuff down, put on my fluffy slippers, and slide into my kitchen to see her cooking us dinner.

     "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you cook. I didn't even know you could boil water," I joked. She smirked at me, and swung the spatula in my face, saying,

       "You just watch what you say, Annabel Gertrude Price." I smiled and snagged a piece of bacon, chewing gratefully.

        "Have you chosen your colors yet?" Lyla asked. She hadn't been able to help me very much with the wedding planning. We could look through magazines together, but as far as going to boutiques and shops, she was too busy with her career.

      "I decided last night on Tiffany Blue, white, and platinum," I said confidently. I had scribbled the names of the colors on my hand last night after coordinating them.

      "Tiffany Blue? Seriously Annabel..." Lyla started to say as she brought our plates to the table.

      "What?" I asked as I started to shovel the eggs into my mouth.

     "It's so generic! If girl's don't know what colors to choose, they often choose Tiffany Blue. It's a safety net." I folded my eyebrows. I thought it was actually a really pretty color.

      "But...I like the color.." I said quietly. Lyla rolled her eyes.

      "Well it's not my wedding. But if it were me, I would choose something like periwinkle and...maybe a soft yellow," she said, shooting out all of these fancy color names at me. Periwinkle? With a soft yellow? Clearly she has not watched TLC in a long time. Yellow is a no-no in weddings.

       "Well, it's my wedding, and I'm using Tiffany Blue, white, and platinum," I said confidently, taking my last bite. "And thank you for dinner. It was delicious," I said, taking both of our plates and sticking them in the dishwasher.

      "You're welcome. I better be going though. I ate bacon, and there's no way I'm going to let that settle as fat. I'm one last casting to get into Vera, and I don't want to take any chances," she said, taking her coat and leaving.

      "Congratulations! I'll see you tomorrow!" I said as she walked away. As soon as she was gone, I jumped on my couch, and flipped through an issue of this month's bridal magazine. I started to feel better as I realized that Tiffany Blue wasn't a common wedding color. I would have to show this page to Lyla. Suddenly I heard my phone buzz, and turned to see yet another text message from my mother.

Except this time, it read, "Is this you on the cover of People Magazine?" And it had a photo of the cover attached with it. Yep, that was definitely me.

Wow, my mom actually knows how to take a picture with her phone.

Cliffff hanger!!! Sorry this was such a short chapter. Next one's going to be big though!!

Xoxo-

Brittany