Hell's Coming with Me

A Monster is Among Us

A Monster is Among Us

The next day, Beth woke me up when she had to go to work. She was a little later than usual, but I knew no one would reprimand her. I went back to sleep though and woke up around three in the afternoon.

As I was descending the stairs in my paint splattered sweatpants and a shirt I stole from Ryan, my phone pinged. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see the alarm that I had set for the afternoon.

"Oh no," I sighed, looking down at the alarm. It was the alarm to alert me that I needed to stop what I was doing because tonight was the Stockman's dinner. This alarm was set to advise me to go get ready for the big night.

Daddy, as the livestock commissioner, gave a speech since his office sponsored the dinner each year. I couldn't believe I had forgotten the time and that it was tonight. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and continued on my journey to the kitchen.

"Hey, darling," Gator greeted me from his preparation of food. I looked at him with a smile. "Hungry?"

"Famished," I admitted, opening the door of the refrigerator. He laughed and promised he'd cook me something. "Nothing much, Gator. Tonight is the Stockman's dinner, so I don't want to get too full."

"I understand," Gator said, before starting to make a smoothie. I accepted the thick, purple liquid and peered at it. I took a sip and it was delicious. I wasn't entirely certain of what Gator had put into the drink, but whatever it was, was spectacular. I could taste a bit of blackberries, maybe some raspberries, definitely some banana. Maybe he added some spinach. I don't know, it was great.

"This is fantastic!" I praised our chef who smiled and pretended that his cheeks didn't flush. When I was finished I went to put the glass in the sink when I heard a gasp behind me.

"What's that on your finger?" Gator rushed to my side and grabbed my left hand. I flushed a deep pink at his questioning.

"Ryan proposed last night," I told our Chef who broke into a wide smile. He crushed me to him in a tight hug.

"I get to cook for your wedding right?" Gator asked, seeming more excited about the cooking than the wedding.

"Sure?" I smiled at him. He grinned.

"I can't make the cake, but I will do everything else! Leave it to me!" Gator disappeared into the pantry. I nodded my head, a little shocked at the whole moment, but decided it was time to get ready for the dinner.

I went upstairs to begin getting ready. I got a shower and then went through the motions of drying my hair. I didn't put my clothes on yet, not wanting to drop any type of makeup on the beautiful fabric.

My makeup – I went with the more dramatic. I make sure that my face was contoured perfectly. Then I did a dramatic smoky eye with sparkles. My eyeliner was winged into a cateye and my eyelashes were lengthened with mascara. I decided against a neutral shade of lipstick and went with a dark burgundy shade of lipstick.

Once I was satisfied with my makeup, I went into the bedroom where I grabbed the jumpsuit I had purchased for tonight several months ago. It was a beautiful burgundy, almost matched my lipstick, with a v-neck top. The jumpsuit shined in the light as the sequins shone.

I grabbed a pair of high heels from my closet to complete the look before I started on my hair. I curled it and left the curls bouncing around my shoulders. I sprayed it, until I don't think that my hair could have moved in a tornado. My hair always ended up dropping the curls midway through the night, and I wanted to prevent that.

I was in the process of checking that my makeup was perfect, when the sound of my fiance's voice startled me. My vanity was not facing the door, therefore, I didn't see him when he peeked his head into my room.