Adrian huffed, sitting in her chair. Ricky had just proposed to Amy- in a very public way.
Well, until the wedding is here, you're still up for grabs, Ricky Underwood... she thought to herself, her full lips set in a determined line. She left the stage silently, a plan already forming in her head...
Later that night, Amy lay in bed with Ricky, holding her ring up to the light, beaming at it. Ricky smiled.
"You like it? Really?"
"It's the prettiest thing I've ever owned!" she gushed, hopping up and kissing him fully. "But, it must have cost you a fortune..."
Ricky chuckled. "You're worth it." he assured.
Amy gave him a melty smile, and he brushed her hair back from her face.
"I do love you." he said seriously. "You and John... my whole life, I've never actually loved anyone, till you..."
"Oh, Ricky..." Amy said, a little sob in her throat.
And, she slid into his arms, and they held each-other the rest of the night...
The next morning, Amy woke up alone, with a note by her pillow.
Ames,
Thought I'd let you sleep in, so I took John to your dad's before I start my shift.
Love, Ricky
Amy smiled and lay against the pillow. She wondered if she and John should hyphenate to Jurgens-Underwood or just both take Underwood.
"Hmm... Amy Underwood..." she said out loud, testing it out. "Amy Jurgens-Underwood..."
But, her concentration was broken as a knock came at the apartment door. Considering they lived above the butcher shoppe, she figured it couldn't be anyone but Ricky, so her face broke into a smile and she raced for the door, not even bothering to put a robe on over her tiny pink nightie.
"What's the matter, needed a good morning kiss before your shift?" she was saying as she unlocked the door.
But, her face crumpled into shock when she saw a complete stranger at the door. A very large man, who was leering at her.
"Uh... you're not supposed to be up here..." she said hesitantly. "Customers aren't allowed upstairs..."
"Aw, but what about my good morning kiss?" he said, reaching towards her.
Amy gave a little yelp, trying to slam the door, but the man caught it easily and swung it open hard, knocking her back onto the floor. She called out for help, but a large hand came over her mouth, slamming her head into the floor, and she succumbed to prolific blackness...