Page 20 of Something Borrowed
“Yes, flight.”
“Well, what do I need?”
“Clothes and stuff.”
“Clothes and stuff?” I repeat. “How well do you even know me?” Placing my hands on my hips, I wait for a better explanation.
“You’re such a girl,” he complains. “Just grab a pair of jeans, a couple of t-shirts, some nice dresses, and some sexy shoes.”
“You’re such a boy.” I roll my eyes, but I turn and start pulling clothes from my wardrobe.
“Hand luggage only.”
“What? You’re kidding?”
“No, I’m not. We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he calls over his shoulder with a laugh.
“We’re going to Las Vegas?” I ask when we walk into our departure gate.
“We are.” His eyes light up with excitement. It’s infectious.
“Amazing. It’s on my bucket list. Thank you.”
Leaning over, I give him a quick kiss before we walk over to board the plane, hand in hand.
* * *
“I can’t believeyou booked us a suite. A fucking suite! I feel like a freaking celebrity,” I squeal as we ride the elevator towards the top of the most lavish hotel I’ve ever stepped foot in.
“Only the best for my girl.” Tingles fill my entire body. We might have been together for six months now, but I still can’t quite believe it.
After a few weeks of living with me back in St. Louis, Freddie managed to find himself a job. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as his previous one, but he’s never once complained. He’s fallen into my life and routine easily, and thankfully he gets on with my girls’ boyfriends.
“This is us.”
“Are you okay? You look a little stressed.”
“Yeah I’m good,” he says, but his face is a little hard, nothing like his usual happy-go-lucky self.
“Okay.”
He slides the key through the machine and pushes the door open for me to enter first.
I’m expecting to walk into a silent hotel suite, so when a group of people suddenly shout, “Surprise!” I just about shit my pants. My heart pounds as I struggle to process what I’m seeing.
All my friends, my parents, and Mac and Tessa are standing in front of me with huge smiles on their faces.
I look back over my shoulder to find Freddie, but he’s gone. Well, he’s not gone, he’s just not standing anymore. Instead, he’s on one knee with a little black box in his hand.
“Holy shit.”
I can’t drag my eyes away from his intense stare as he waits to see if I’m going to freak out.
“Bryony?” he asks. All I can do is nod. “You okay?”
“I…I don’t know.” My heart’s racing so much, I feel a little lightheaded, but to my own amazement, I want to know what he’s about to say.
“Bryony, I know how you feel about your own wedding, but there’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life without you as my wife. So, will you do me the greatest pleasure of agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me and having the most low-key wedding I could come up with?”
