Amor Vincit Omnia

VII.

AVO || I'm engaged

It had been days after Sam and I got engaged but I still couldn't find the strength to look away from the ring resting on my ring finger. And Sam couldn't stop playing with it. When we were watching a movie, his hand would hold my hand and he would roll the ring around my finger. He said he didn't realize he was doing it until I would tell him. But then if he wasn't playing with it, I would wiggle it in his face just so he would notice.

We have also been talking to some wedding organizers. We wanted our theme to be traditional but we were debating whether to do it in a church or a garden. He wanted to do it in the church while I prefer the garden. He had no trouble with his suit, of course, while I had to ask a lot of people for their opinions. I even facetimed with Daphne when I picked out my gown. I even asked Sarah for a second opinion.

"Are you gonna eat or stare at your ring all day, Mrs. Jones?"

I looked up and saw Marcia raising a brow at me with a grin. I smiled shyly at her before placing my hand on my lap and taking a sip from my coffee. She had been teasing me non-stop and calling me 'Mrs. Jones' at whatever chance she gets.

"It's still hard to believe that you're already getting married," she sighed and ate her fries, "All our friends are married. Andy's married, Louisa's married, and now you? I'm gonna die alone. I get it."

I chuckled, "You're not gonna die alone, Mace. You have a lot of boys. I mean, the head of the editorial department likes you."

The look she gave me was exactly the look I was expecting from her. I laughed louder now. The head of the editorial department, Matt, was a flirt. A big flirt. And why not? He has the looks, he can charm any woman he talks to - even the old women -, and has a nice voice. And apparently, he's got his eyes on Marcia.

"Please, don't bring up that guy. I'm already happy that he's not at work today."

"Why don't you like him, anyway? He's a sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes and leaned back on the chair. She was getting frustrated with our talk, I can tell.

"No. He's jerk. He'll flirt with you and once you've fallen, he'll take a step back and leave. So I'll spare myself the heartbreak and ignore him," she shrugged, "Besides, I don't like guys who will charm anyone. I want someone who's loyal, handsome, quiet but really funny."

I gave her a sour look, "The reason why you're still single is because your standards are way too high, Mace. You like boys from books."

"No, they're real. Just like your fiancé and your first love. Who was that again? Christian?"

I pursed my lips and looked down on my plate. Marcia doesn't know the real story. I only told her that I've only ever loved two guys in my life. Kris and Sam. I told her Kris went away so we broke up. I don't think she can handle the truth. If I was to be told that a friend of mine has a ghost for a boyfriend, I would think that person was insane. Desperate, even, for involving a ghost to her non-existent lovelife. But it happened to me. And it was real. I felt it. I might not know much before but one thing I could guarantee was that what I felt for Kris was real.

I cleared my throat, "By the way, what happened to the author in Miami? He's a big catch."

Marcia leaned forward and took something from inside her bag. It was the manuscript from the author I was referring to. I looked at her in confusion.

"Actually, boss wants you to handle it."

I raised a brow, "Me?"

She nodded and took a sip from her juice, "She gave me a new assignment and it sucks. I was really looking forward on the Miami project."