Let Tomorrow Come (final)

Chapter 12.

Autumn has arrived. My portfolio was rated above average, and I was accepted to study. In mid-September, I asked for three days off and went home for Jack and Aela's wedding. It was decided that the ceremonies would take place at the estate, and the newlyweds would go to Italy for their honeymoon.

"Italy... I wish I could go there. Many famous artists of different eras come from Italy. Maybe someday in my life I will be able to go there," I thought.

The sun is setting. For tomorrow, I ordered a modest but beautiful emerald midi dress with thin straps from the studio. This is the bride's choice. Everything should be green. I borrowed the black sandals from a friend. The bolero is also green, but a couple of shades darker.My makeup should be done by the makeup artist who will do Aela's.

"Thanks for the ride, Peter."

I take out the case with the dress and, waving at him, go to the house.

"We'll come tomorrow with Amber," he says.

"See you!"

Marie meets me near the house. She is carrying flowers freshly cut by her husband Claude.

"Oh, Christine, hi. Long time no see."

"It really has been a long time," I say, and I think to myself that this is my last visit to this house. And now we will probably never see each other again.

"How is life young? You go ahead and hold the door for me," Marie chirps.

"Everything is as usual. Lectures, practice. Nothing new there. Sometimes you get tired of repeating events, but overall I am happy. Come in..."

She squeezes through with an armful of pleasantly smelling flowers.

"Thank you, dear. I am glad that everything is fine with you."

"You have already arrived. How nice!" Jack comes out to meet me. He is clearly pleased. He hugs me lightly. I move my hand with the case to the side and offer my cheek.

"You are too kind today." He playfully kisses me.

"Of course," I say in the same tone, "and now I'll hang the dress in the closet."

"Will you show me?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay then. Will you have dinner?"

"Yes, I'll be down soon."

Aela is nowhere to be seen. I go into the room and hang the dress in the closet. Now I can rest a little. I sit on the bed and run my hand over the blanket. It is so soft and familiar, but soon all this will be behind me. But now is not the time for regrets. I just need to rest a little and join the general excitement. John will probably arrive tomorrow. So there is no need to strain myself. I look out the window. The trees are starting to turn yellow, but the leaves are almost not falling. Although a little more, and there will be falling leaves again. Tomorrow Peter and Amber will come. I haven't seen the latter one for a long time. In the past, she was not very kind to me. Maybe something has changed?

My cute childhood drawings on the wall. I go up to them and stroke one of them. I was quite carefree then. Mom and Dad always praised me. It's a pity that I wasn't their daughter. I will never be able to accept it, even if I really wanted to. It's a pity that Jane is gone. But Jack found a wonderful woman whom he loves very much, and he will definitely not be lonely. Plus, he has sweet John, who, of course, has a difficult character, but they get along now. And that's already good. Oh, I so want to breathe in his scent. But the damn sweater is so far away, in the dorm. Of course, I wouldn't take it with me. I keep it in a separate box. I open it only when I'm really lonely to remind myself that I'm not alone, because he will always be in my heart. Well, I need to go to the bathroom and change, and then go down and eat, so as not to keep anyone. There are a lot of things to do now, and my help might be useful. I'm getting down to business.

JOHN.

It's dinner time now. I need to have a snack and help with the preparations. Of course, everyone else can handle this. But the more of us there are, the faster we can finish and go to bed. Practicality above all else. I get up from the chair and put the tablet aside. The video was educational, but I can't escape reality all the time. And my baby is probably already here. Although we have a five-year age difference, she is so naive that it seems to me that she is still a child.

"Look who's talking. You yourself were recently fooled by a woman. It's good that you ran away," I remind myself.

The hall smells of lilies and chrysanthemums. Not much yet, but in a few days the lilies will have to be taken away because the air will be filled with the intoxicating scent of unruly beauties. I inhale deeply.

"Ugh, how sentimental you are becoming!"

I walk into the kitchen. My father is nowhere to be seen, but Aela has been there half the day. She helps Marco with the desserts, and she is doing quite well. I wave at her and smile. Her red curls are escaping from under the headscarf she has pulled over her head to protect the food from her spaghetti hair.

"Can you call Christina? Marco and I have too much work. And tell her there's something for her," she says, without looking up from her work.

"Mushroom brownie?" I ask.

They turn their heads in surprise and say in unison:

"No!"

What unusual thing did I ask? I shrug and go up to the second floor. I knock on the door. But it seems she's not there. Where is she? I go down and hear one of the doors upstairs click. She's probably going to her room. I go up again. The door is slightly ajar, and a strip of light is shining through. It looks like she forgot to close it. It's a good thing it's always dark on the second floor unless you turn on the light on purpose. I'm about to knock for the sake of decency, but at that moment I see her towel fall off and she's wearing only her panties. It looks like she was taking a shower. I freeze in amazement. No, of course, she has been dear to me for a long time, but suddenly I feel like I'm looking and I can't tear myself away, that I really want to come up from behind and inhale her scent. And this is a new feeling. And my friend downstairs tells me that I think I want her. She casually takes a robe out of the closet and throws it over her shoulders. She puts her hair in a bun, which is unusual for her. It would seem that she does nothing unusual, all women do this after a shower, but she is special. It seems I can't hold back now.

"Hey!" I mentally slap myself on the cheek, "how dare you? Control yourself at least a little."

I tiptoe a little further from the door and deliberately return to it loudly and knock.

"I think you forgot to close the door," I say.

"Oh!" She turns around and covers her mouth with her hand.

"Don't do that, you're too innocent, and that's why you're so sexy!!!" my brain screams.

"Aela asked you to help her and Marco," I mutter and run like an arrow to the bathroom.

My temples are pounding. I need to solve this urgently, to free my head at least for a while. So many beautiful girls have tried to please me. Any of those who have been in my bed, knew how to do many things and were good in their own way.

"Why do I love her? The most ordinary, and probably not very experienced."

I could not explain it to myself, and that made me want her even more. I imagined myself touching her body, and my mind switched off while I was solving this painful question. Then I powerlessly sank down onto the tiles and closed my eyes.

"It seems to have let up," I whispered with relief.

"For how long?" my brain asked me suspiciously.

"I'll think about it later," I assured it. But the doubts were too strong.