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Chapter Sixty-Four: Planning

Chapter Sixty-Four: Planning

Ellie

Though I was extremely excited for the wedding and usually woke up with a giddy feeling in my stomach, the planning was extremely difficult. It was like, the thought of everything seemed as easy as wading through water, yeah there was a lot to go through, but I could do it. However, the planning was like trying to trudge through chocolate syrup. You just couldn't do it. Not alone, anyway. Mark was entirely aware of all of the planning I was doing, seeing as whenever he walked into my room, or "office", as we now called it, the walls were littered with pictures from magazines and my desk was piled high with scrapbooks. Mark and I wanted to get married in the next six months, so I was cram-organising everything.

"Everything going okay in here?" Mark asked, stepping into the room. "My god. You're drowning in books again."

"I know," I sighed, pressing a hand against my forehead. "It's stressful, but at least we decided on only having a small wedding. I don't even want to think about how crazy this would be if we were deciding to have something extremely crowded."

"Me neither," Mark sat down next to me, his hand brushing over the scrapbook that I was currently slotting in a picture of a wedding dress into. "Still haven't decided on a dress, then?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "I've visited, like, four stores."

Mark laughed. "But you look beautiful in anything. I don't see what the problem is."

"Oh, stop," I blushed. "I want my dress to be perfect, alright?"

"Please, stop stressing so much," he said, moving his hand over to mine. "Come downstairs. We can watch a movie or something."

"Mark, I can't-"

"Stop. I'll help you plan afterwards, alright? Then we can go find this perfect dress of yours. Don't stress, Ellie." Mark assured me, placing a hand against my cheek. I sighed against his touch and nodded, giving in to his tempting offer of a movie and relaxation.

We decided to just watch a couple episodes of Orange is the New Black - much to Mark's disappointment - seeing as there was no movie that we particularly wanted to watch. After that, I hauled down a couple of the scrapbooks that Mark and I went through, putting a big, red "x" on everything we knew that we didn't want to have.

Our theme was traditional. White's and ivories with a hint of gold, with red roses for the flowers. It was going to be back in Cincinnati, as that's where Mark and I met and, well, it was our true home. When we got to the music page, I sighed sadly as my fingers danced across the titles.

"This was going to be Bryony and Joe's song," I told Mark, tapping my hard, black-painted nail against the song "Thinking Out Loud", by Ed Sheeran. "I don't know what Joe would say if I were to have this as our song."

"I think it's sweet," Mark said softly, noticing my sadness. "But it doesn't have to be our song. What about that song you showed me the other day?"

"Certain Things by James Arthur?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up. Mark nodded. "Oh, I'm shocked you remember."

"Don't underestimate me," Mark said, pulling me to my feet.

"What're you doing?" I asked, watching as he pulled out the remote for the stereo in the corner of the room. I stared across at him with a blank expression, only to suddenly feel colour rush to my cheeks as he started playing the song.

"Come here." Mark reached out his hand for me, and I took it. He positioned me upon his feet, with my arms over his shoulders and his around my waist. I sighed into his hold, appreciating the warmth and love that I felt radiate off of the embrace. We swayed softly to the music, and I'm not going to lie, it made me extremely emotional. I felt all of my worries melting away like ice as Mark's warmth enveloped me, guarding me from cold loneliness. I loved Mark so damn much that it left an aching need in the pit of my chest when the song ended and he released me.