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Mr. And Mrs. When?

Alyssa's P.O.V.
   I hear and look at my phone to see that Asher texted me. It reads "Hey baby girl, it's real! I got the part! You want to meet for lunch?" I smile. I'm proud of him. "Yes of course, my love. I'm so proud of you!" I reply.

I go to the store and shop for some clothes for a little while and then I get a text from my friend Gia. "I'm getting married, Alyssa! You have to be my maid of honor" it reads. "Congratulations! I'd love to. Is it with Brendan" I reply. "Yes! Omg! omg! I gtg! Ttyl" she says. "Ttyl" I reply

I wonder when Asher's gonna propose. I'd be so happy. My shopping decisions are influenced by my thoughts and I start to get bright colors and cute things that are a little flashy. I then check out and head to meet up with Asher.

When I see Asher I hug him close and kiss his cheek. "I missed you so much" I say happily. "I missed you too" he replies. "How did your meeting go" I ask. "It went great, I really didn't I would get the part. But here I am, The Flash" Asher responds with a smile. "That's good" I say. "Definitely" Asher responds excitedly. "What all did you guys talk about" I ask. "Just about the plans for the schedules, and some contract stuff. I usually just zone off during the contract stuff, and just leave it to Mike"

The lunch went amazingly. We talked and laughed. We obviously ate too. He makes me so happy. There's nothing he can't do. He's so flipping perfect. I just want to be Alyssa Garner already. Near the end of our lunch I spaced out thinking about when or if Asher was gonna propose. "Earth to Alyssa" Asher calls out. "Sorry. I spaced out" I said turning to look at him. "It's okay. You seem tired. You should go home and take a nap" Asher suggests. "I guess it wouldn't kill me."

Once we say our goodbyes and I get home I fall asleep on the couch. I sleep for maybe 30 minutes before I wake up from a terrible nightmare.

   The nightmare was about me asking Asher if he ever plans on proposing. Instead of saying yes or no he slaps me and ignores me for days until finally says no and breaks up with me. I curl up on the couch crying for a good minute or two.

   I check the time. It reads 2:30 pm. "I think Asher said something about getting home at 4 pm from now on" I think to myself. That means I've got about an hour and a half to prepare food that gives hint to him.

   I decided to make him a nice appetizer of wedding salad with pink lemonade. The main course being traditional Irish Wedding Soup with a Cotton Candy Cocktail. Finally for desert we had strawberry shortcake kabobs with Italian soda.

   I think he's gonna like it. I only have one alcoholic drink. I know he doesn't like to drink. I look at the clock to check the time and it's 3:50. I have about 10 minutes to finish touching up the food. I finish and also finish cleaning off the rest of what I used to make the dinner.

   It's 3:58 and Asher should really be home any minute. I then begin to set up the table with a table cloth and set up a couple candles. It still looks a little boring so I put some rose petals on the table. It still looks a bit plain to me. I look in my sewing box and find some rope like ribbons that I tie on the candle holders and it looks about done.

   I begin to hear the door knob turn and I blow out the candles and turn the lights back on. I run to the living room and plop down on the couch. Asher walks in the room and looks at me.

   "Hey, babe! How are you feeling" he smiles and sits by me. "Better. I took a nap and I made us dinner. Go get changed into something nice" I say and kiss his cheek. "You shouldn't have! Thank you! I love you so much, baby girl. I'll be back soon" Asher says getting up and getting change.

   I go into the kitchen and look at my master pieces. I put the cocktails in the fridge with the strawberry shortcake kabobs and the other drinks. I'm so proud of making wedding stuff. I hope he likes it. I'm gonna give him water with his cocktail so he's not forced to drink it.

   Asher comes down and I meet him by the steps with a hug. "You look so handsome, honey" I say. "Thank you. Go get changed. You probably have been focusing on making everything perfect for tonight. I'll meet you by the door to the dinning room" Asher says before kissing me on the forehead.

  I smile and run off to get changed. Tonight is gonna be so amazing. He looks so hot! "He's all mine, baby" I whisper yell as I get changed as fast and as excitedly as possible. I used to get dressed like this when I would meet him to go on dates when I was 14, 15, 17, and 18.

   I put on a cute fancy dress. I look at my self in the mirror and turn. I don't like how my stomach looks. It looks big and my ass looks small. I quickly get changed into something way less form fitting.

   I don't want him to think I'm fat or ugly. I love him more than anything and the last thing I would want is to chase him away with my looks. How did I get so lucky to get such a smart, caring, and handsome guy to be mine. This has to be a dream. Hopefully a dream I'll never wake up from.

   I meet Asher by the door and he escorts me in. I turn the light off after he sits down and I light the candles and then go get the first course. Every time we finish the meal and drink I bring the next course.