A few weeks later...
I straighten Darren's bow tie, careful not to look at his face.
He smirks at me.
"What are you looking at?"
He kisses my nose, surprising me.
"My lovely wife in her beautiful black dress."
My face burns.
I punch his arm.
He laughs and puts on his shoes.
I catch a glimpse of his army jacket in the closet.
A crash comes from the kitchen.
I jump, toppling over in my tall shoes.
Darren laughs, leaning over the side of our bed to look at me.
I scowl at him.
He snorts, helping me up and fixing my necklace.
"What do you think that noise was? Should we check it out? Do you think someone's here?"
I mumbled, looking around for something to maybe...stab...or like, bash someone's scull with.
He laughs at me.
"It was probably just something falling over."
His eyes widen.
"What?"
He takes his hand off my necklace and puts it on his face.
"Darren what is it?"
He shakes his head, sitting on the bed.
"Sorry you just looked so good I got dizzy."
I blushed and groaned.
"Listen here you little shit..."
He laughs as I lecture him, holding back the snort I know is about to explode from my mouth.
I straighten my dress, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Let's go. We need to stop before I pee myself."
He laughs and stands to follow me.
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I sip my tea carefully as we wait for Addie and Oak.
"Who's idea was the double date again?"
He chuckles, taking my hand and kissing it.
Addie and Oak waltz in a few minutes late.
I automatically notice Addie's bright blue heels.
"Those are definitely Addie shoes."
Darren laughs.
"I'm glad we could get together."
He adds.
Oak nods.
"Yeah. Me too."
Addie gives the menu funny looks.
The waitress walks over to me.
"To drink miss?"
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
