Love & Life

"Did you call the florist?" Juliet asked Samuel. "We need all the arrangements for the tables and then the bridesmaids' bouquets." Juliet was hunched over a pamphlet, flipping quickly through numerous floral options. Her soon to be husband, Samuel, was reclining in his chair, peering at his fiancé. His manner was calm, smooth, while his wife was fluttering and worried.

"Should we get the spring arrangements with orchids or more of a summer one with baby's breath?" Juliet asked her fiancé. Her face was flushed behind the curtain of silky black hair that was pooling on the table. Suddenly the frantic rustling of pages ceased and Juliet looked over at Samuel without moving her hair. Startling blue eyes appeared behind the dark tresses. She flipped her hair behind her head, running a pale hand through her hair.

"Samuel," she muttered.

"Hmmm?" He replied, his eyes not wandering from her face.

"It is barely over a month until our wedding," Juliet began, standing, "and you are just sitting there, reclining in your chair!" Juliet's voice was rising, yet Samuel remained calm. It seemed he knew how to deal with his fiery fiancé, rising to join her. Her eyes flashed up at him, seeing as she was barely 5'6" and he was a stunning 6'. He brought his arms out and grabbed her by her upper arms.

"Jule," Samuel said, "you worry far too much."

However, these seemed to be the wrong words, and Juliet started up again.

"Barely a month! Barely a month!" She shouted again, "and we haven't even got flowers! I still need a dress!" Samuel held her close, and even in her rage she didn't fight against him. Samuel began to stroke her hair, and Juliet held on to Samuel's wrist.

"I called the florist yesterday," Samuel whispered, "so calm down. I ordered the summer arrangement, with orchids and baby's breath. I looked through all the pamphlets, and I found one with all your favorite flowers." Juliet looked up into Samuel's dark brown eyes, a huge contrast against his reddish blonde hair.

"I knew there was a reason I said yes," Juliet whispered, and her simple wedding ring flashed on her finger.

"Love you, Jule," Samuel whispered.

"Love you, Sam," Juliet whispered back.

And their lips met in a beautiful union.