Sandra:
As soon as I drove through the gate, I jumped out of my car and raced in through the door as if being pursued. I dropped my bag on the sofa and without bothering to go up to change, headed straight for the bathroom where I jumped into the shower after striping off.
I was still in the shower twenty minutes later, taking a hot shower and meanwhile reminiscing about the encounter with Elvis at work when the doorbell rang. At first, I ignored it since I wasn't expecting anyone apart from the fact that I was supposed to go out with Elvis that evening, which I had planned not to go. After several knocks, I rushed down dripping wet and just in my towel which barely covered my knees.
Upon opening the door, I rushed back into my room when I saw Elvis standing there with two plastic bags full of something I didn't catch. I quickly went into my room, put on something decent in a haste and went downstairs to meet him. He had made himself comfortable in one of the sofas and was gnawing on a piece of chicken which he attempted to feed me with upon seeing me, which rather annoyed me.
" Relax , am not here to devour you", he said as he patted the space close to him on the couch, I remained standing and he diverted his attention on the photos of my senior brother and I on the wall upon realizing I wasn't going to sit. "what are you doing here anyway? ", I asked as he looked at me in a funny way." Well let just say I invited someone out on a dinner date and that someone seems to have forgotten what time it was and since am a gentleman, I decided to bring dinner to your apartment, so we could have dinner at your end instead". Either ways, am taking my date whether little miss perfect wishes to go out or not", he said.
"Am glad", I said with a voice rich in sarcasm, making him smile that annoying smile of his which resembled both a smile and a smirk in one. He handed both plastic bags to me and I was surprised to see it contained a bucket of chicken obviously from KFC and a packet of French fries which I immediately took to the kitchen and set to work frying it. Five minutes later, we were at the dinner table, eating the evening away, each in our own little world, thinking our own little thoughts.
Afterwards, Elvis got an anonymous call and claimed he had to leave which made me a little disappointed since I was expecting him to spend the whole evening with me. Something which I would rather die than admit to him.
After he left, I lay on the sofa trying to concentrate on my favourite soap opera which of course I was doing a lousy job at, looking at how my mind drifted to Elvis each second. After fruitless attempt at trying to watch the soap to no avail, I finally gave up and headed to bed.
Sleep that night was long in coming and as much as I tried, I couldn't go to bed. I kept tossing and turning all over until I couldn't take it anymore, so I went down to the kitchen, got myself a glass of water and a sleeping drug which I took along to the bedroom and after swallowing it down with the glass of water, drifted of to oblivion.
I had a beautiful dream that night. Elvis stood at the entrance of the library, waiting for me to show up. As I got closer to him, he went down on his knees and produced a ring from his pocket, it was a diamond ring. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I looked on totally flabbergasted as he asked me the words I wasn't expecting to hear from him, at least not now.
"Sandra Brendon, will you marry me?".
I jumped up, hugging him in the process and shouting yes!, yes! yes.
He carried me bridal style, after slipping the ring on my finger, and carried me to his car as people who had gathered to watch the scene paved way for us.We were barely married, and he was calling me by his surname.
My alarm clock woke me up that morning, cutting my blissful dream short, and reminding me that I had work in an hour.Hello to my lovely readers, am so excited to be writing this book and I hope you are excited reading this as I am excited writing. You guys can leave your comments and suggestions below and I promise to reply. No insults please and until the next update it's a bye.
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