Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|27| So this is goodbye

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Hey baby... thinking about you🤍 stay safe pls. I miss you so much!!

I sigh after sending a text to Chris, and then shove some packages out of the way.
Boxes crowd the floor, most of them are for me from brands, others are wedding items - gifts and last minute decorations.

Entering the kitchen, my eyes land on the calendar that hangs on the wall. I scratch off the last few days and shake with excitement, seeing that the twentieth is getting closer.

A sigh is released from my mouth as I walk across the heated floors.

Duke naps while Stevie showers Piper with affection. Their pup is getting along just fine, she's a great addition to the family, that's why I'm hoping Chris will change his mind about giving her away.

Since it's nearly lunch time and I haven't gotten an ounce of work done, I whip up a grilled cheese and check my email.

"Shoot." I hiss upon reading one message.

This luxury men's brand had reached out to us to have Chris wear one of their suits for the wedding. I loved the suit on Chris and he fell in love with it, too, but as apart of the deal to get the suit for free essentially, Chris was supposed to post an ad for them on his Instagram.
The business email they sent was professional while expressing the need for the ad to be posted as soon as possible since it's passed due.  I reply explaining to them that we just returned from a trip yesterday, plus between wedding planning and Chris's job, he's busy but will post it in the next day or two.

Whew. I exhale the stress of that email and shoot Chris a voice memo asking him to post the ad with the approved caption. While Chris has no interest in being an "influencer" he does cooperate, especially because he's getting a free suit of it.
My fiancé has a lot of money but loves it so much, he will do anything to save it. Although, he has been very generous with this wedding to make me happy.

"Hm..." I tilt my head, looking at the phone screen. I realize I've sent Chris four texts by now and haven't gotten a response yet. It's not like him. I know he's not sleep, so he should've replied by now.
Oh well, I figure, maybe he's busy working.

BARK! BARK! BARK!

The dogs's noise alerts me that someone is at the door before I even hear anyone knock.

I push my weight off of the counter and go to answer the door.

"Oh, hey." I greet the wedding coordinator as she pushes her way inside.

Her dirty blonde hair is tucked into a sock bun with not a single strand out of place.

She looks around then turns on the heels of her black pumps to face me.

"Are you ready, darling, we have lots to do?" She suddenly reminds me.

I shudder at the word "darling" still and disassociate for a second.

The strict clap of Marie's porcelain hands make me return to the present.

I facepalm. "I'm sorry, we haven't looked over anything. Marie, I'm just getting back and-"

"Very well," Marie pauses for a beat. "I will check back in tomorrow?"

I nod my head, wearing a pitiful smile. "As soon as Chris gets home I will call you."

"You better, it's your wedding." She makes me chuckle on her way out.

"Thank you, Marieee." I drag my words as I watch her wave and descend the driveway.