Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

Personal assistant || TBS- part 7

The big day has finally arrived and Thomas was home, getting ready for it. He would come in a couple of hours to take me in the black limo we have rented for the night. And even if I told him I would be just fine taking a taxi, he insisted to go together.

"We are in this together", he said. "We go together, we leave together."

He settled this without letting me have a word on it, but I didn't mind. The day before, when I woke up in his arms, I felt like I finally was belonging to someone. We laid in bed most of the morning, talking and laughing. He would scan my body and my face from time to time, but not in a vulgar way; he would look at me lovingly, telling me how beautiful he thinks I am and making me blush. He would giggle at that and lightly pinch my nose, kissing me afterwards. And I would trace soft lines with my index finger on his arms and chest, smiling at the goosebumps on his skin. He would catch my hand then and kiss my fingers before intertwining them with his own.

"I can't wait to see you in that red dress I've brought for you", he said. "You will be the most beautiful woman in the room."

"We'll see about that", I said in a shyly manner. "How's your suit?"

"I actually decided to wear a tuxedo after all", he smiled. "It makes me look smarter!"

I laughed at that and he did too.

"You're a smart guy anyway, but good choice", I agreed.

Thomas left only when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. Everybody was calling to confirm the last details. He quickly pecked my lips between two words of mine and waved at me before closing the door at my flat, noticing me he would call later. I only nodded at him and waved back as I was talking with the person on the other line.

Hours before the big event, my make-up and my hair were already done and the only thing left was to put the red dress on. I was excited because I didn't have the chance to wear it until then, but at the same worried that maybe it wouldn't look good on me.

I took out the dress from its wrap and watched it for a second: it was absolutely stunning; a long red lace dress without sleeves, having a heart neckline shape covered in tiny little beads in a wavy manner. It was so soft and delicate.

I put it on being extra careful and I watched myself in the mirror. I was surprised on how good it looked on my body and how accurate Thomas had remembered my size. It was like the dress has been made especially for me.

I grabbed my phone and sent Thomas a quick text message:

"This dress is absolutely gorgeous, thank you!"

He responded almost immediately:

"You make it look like that! Send a pic!"

"Nope", I replied. "It's a surprise!"

He sent me a laughing emoji and I sent back a blushing one. Then he replied with a kiss and I ended the conversation sending a red heart. We were like two teenagers, getting to know each other and slowly falling in love. And the feeling was so wonderful, along with the sensation of butterflies in my stomach.

I chose to wear a pair of black high heels, ordered online from a website. It wasn't really my first choice, but no one would notice as the dress would cover them completely.

Around six o'clock in the afternoon, I heard soft knocks on my door. I opened it and smiled at the person in front of me.

Thomas was wearing a black tuxedo and white shirt, his dirty blond hair not messy anymore but well-arranged. He was wearing a watch on his left hand, a brown belt around his wrist. He always had a good taste in fashion and he proved it with every occasion.