My Ember |Dean Ambrose|

|5|-Married?

                       ~Ashley's (POV)~

As soon as we got to my house Becca was already upstairs in my room with everything that we had gotten at the mall and laid it down on my bed.

"You ready to choose a dress?" Becca said while turning towards me, hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

"I mean I guess." I said while walking over to all the different dresses.

"Well we shouldn't go for anything to fancy quite yet..." Becca said while coming up besides me

"So then I guess these two are out." I said while pointing at a dark velvet burgundy dress and a shorter black dress.

"Yeah, So now we have these two left...." Becca said as she moved the other two out of the way.

"I like this one better." I said pointing to a cream colored body con dress that I had picked out.

"That's just what I was thinking, so now that we have the dress figured out, what shoes?" Becca said pulling out the two pairs of heels and pair of boots that we had gotten.

"How about the thigh high lace up boots?" I asked while scrunching my nose up in a concentrated way.

"That would add the perfect amount of sexiness." Becca pointed out as she nodded in approval at my choice.

"Why am I even trying to be sexy he has a wife remember?" I said pointing out what Becca had said to me earlier

"Yes and hopefully this outfit will make him forget that!" Becca said as she winked at me, I gasped at her, while punching her in the shoulder.

"I don't ever have interest in being a homewrecker, thank you very much, Becca." I said as she just chuckled and laid the outfit down onto the bed, she added a few final touches on the outfit including two different rings and a simple necklace.

"Looks good to me Chica." I said as I came up behind Becca placing my hand on her shoulder looking at the outfit she had most definitely taken pride in especially because she was just nodding and smiling like a fool.

"Well we've got just a little bit over 2 hours to get you ready, so that means you need to go take a shower and shave and all that good stuff so we can have time for your hair and makeup." Becca hummed as she slid out the bathroom to give me some privacy.

"Could you let the dogs out while I'm in here?" I asked popping my head out into the bedroom.

"Yeah sure, make sure your out in no more than 35 minutes." Becca stated as she threw her phone down onto the bed and headed downstairs to let the dogs out.

I closed the door to the bathroom again and opened the shower curtain, and hopped in. While I was washing my hair, I thought of all of the things that could go wrong during the interview. This is pretty typical of me to do, although on the outside I was the one who looked like they had their shit together.

I don't let anyone ever see this side of me, not even Becca. Yeah she's been my friend for 7 plus years, but I don't like feeling vulnerable...to anyone. Even if that does mean them thinking I don't trust them. Now Becca she knows I get worked up, but knows how to handle it before it gets out of control. I can only think of a handful of times when I've gone completely off the wire, and just lost my shit, I literally start a riot, sometimes hurting myself in the process of my blind rage. It hasn't happened in a long time, and I'm grateful for that.

I reached for my towel and made my way out of the shower, I had only taken 15 minutes to shave and all that good stuff. I was about to get dressed when Becca's phone rang.