Speak Now | Shawn Mendes

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"It's nice to finally meet my replacement," I joke as I walk over and extend my hand out to him. Grace laughs and lets go of Shawn as he extends his hand out to me.

"Thanks for warming her up for me," he jokes as we shake hands.

"Are you hungry?" Grace asks him as I take my hand back from his grip.

"No, I stopped by for a bite to eat." He tells her. "I'm gonna take a shower before I go to bed."

"Okay," she nods before standing directly on her toes to kiss him. He walks away and she closes the door.

"So that's your famous fiancée, huh?" I say. Grace bites down on her lip as she smiles and nods.

"Yeah," she beams, "that was him."

A slight wave of sadness hits me. Grace is all smiles and glowing as she thinks about Shawn. "I'm gonna grab my wine glass," I tell her. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," she nods. I walk out the room and gently close the door before padding down to the living room. I retrieve my glass and take a long swig of the wine and finish it in three big gulps.

"I take it you're thirsty." Startled, I drop the glass to the carpet. Luckily there wasn't anything left in the glass to stain the carpet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

I pick up the glass and set it down on the table. "Oh, no, that's fine."

"We didn't properly introduce ourselves." He says. He walks over to me and I can see the bags under his tired eyes as he sticks his hand out to me yet again. "Shawn Mendes," he smiles. I take his hand in mine.

"I know who you are," I say. "Christina Ivanov."

"Oh so is that where she gets Tina from?" He asks me as he takes his hand back.

"Yeah," I nod. "When we were in the company there were about four other Christina's so she gave me the name."

"Well it's nice to finally meet the friend who makes my fiancé so happy." He smiles.

"Likewise." I nod. We stand in silence before I break it. "Well you look tired so I'll let you be. It was nice meeting you."

With my hands behind my back and draped just above my bum, I walk back to the little studio and step inside, closing the door behind me carefully as to not disturb Grace from dancing.

Her feet happily carry her small and petite frame, and it almost looks as if she is floating on thin air. And I feel like she is because she's happy. She's in love. She's engaged. A smile plastered onto my face as I watch her stand on her left toe, twirling her body into a number of spins before holding her right leg all the way up into the air and slowly resting back on both feet.

"Lovely," I slow clap. Grace turns and smiles at me. She hops on over on her delicate feet, smile on her face and her hands out.

"Oh, Christina," Grace sing-songs at me.

"No," I laugh and shake my head. "Absolutely not." Before I know it, she's taken my hands and we begin to dance the same dance that Aurora and the Prince do in the forest from Sleeping Beauty.

I laugh as Grace takes on the role of the Prince and begins to lead me across the floor. We dance and dance until we felt dizzy and tired, which wasn't until one in the morning. We sat on the floor, our legs outstretched and catching our breath from having danced for such a long time.

"Do you remember when we first became friends in the company?" Grace asks me.

I nod, smiling at the memory. "I do."