Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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Beautifully manicured fingers extended from her palm rapidly, one at a time.
Her excitement could barely be contained; but as her digits began to tally the difference between Central European Standard, Eastern Standard and Pacific Daylight, it occurred to her that both of intended recipients of the urgently imminent FaceTime call were unlikely to be awake.
Hmm.
She was dealing with quite the conundrum.
Facing the wrath of waking them up, or facing the wrath of not making the announcement as soon as it happened.
To her complete surprise, she hadn't seen the events that took place the evening prior coming.
At all.
As much as evident in the way her left palm settled over her lips, in an effort to alleviate the fresh wave of disbelief coursing through her veins. Though the feeling of a slim platinum band making contact with her skin only served to reignite the joy.
"Oh. My. God." The words only just made it past her lips.
Her eyelids skimmed the surface of the orbs beneath, bringing a sort of transparent blackness over them. But it wasn't too long before her brain projected images that would remain with her for the rest of her life.
With each inhalation, her heart swelled in size a little more. And before she knew it, the seam where her top lashes met the bottom ones filled with tears.
Turning her head to towards the curator of these emotions, she swore she could see him through closed eyes. His aura penetrated her skin, allowing her to feel it so intensely it still blew her mind, all these years later.
The tears that had been teetering up until this point fell as soon as she opened her eyes and saw his face. In a state of deep slumber, it was free of all of the nervousness and anxiety that creased and lined his pristine features just 24 hours prior.
Shit.
She thought she'd be able to hold it together, but what started as a trickle was threatening to turn into streams. And seeing that she had kept him up pretty much the entire night, it felt unfair to wake him up before the sun had even made its first appearance on the horizon.
In the Alps, winter mornings were by and large an unlit affair.
And since having children meant that sleep beyond 6am was elusive at best, she often found herself alone during these dusky hours.
The heavy sleeper she shared her bed with only rustled slightly at the kiss she bestowed upon him. It took everything in her to pull away from his warmth, but the way her heart fluttered let her know it would only go on for so long without the release it so craved.
Disentangling herself from their soon to be marital bed, she kept light on her feet until she made it to their en-suite, where she was able to weep tears of joy for a few moments.
