Nora Fries: A Journal
By: Nora herself
September 6
Dearest Diary,
I was given you by my husband on my birthday. I really like the look of this book, leather bound with a silver clasp. Victor also presented me with a black and gold pen, engraved with our initials. That's actually what I'm writing with now.
I don't really know what I'll write then again I think a journal of our activities would be nice. Victor is waiting for me downstairs as I write this; he said something about preparation of a surprise. That man is always trying to surprise me with gifts like this. My friend, Rose, is jealous that, as she put it, Victor and I were still in the honeymoon phase. It does seem no time at all has passed between our wedding and our fifth anniversary at points. I know time has passed though because my feelings for Victor feel stronger. Rose gave these three reasons that we were still in honeymoon stage: we still kiss in public, we still give each other gifts for Valentine's, and Victor still gets me flowers for absolutely no special occasion at all. My red headed friend is cynical of love, even as a twenty eight year old single woman. Nerissa, another friend, has tried to get me to take a bet that Rose will settle down.
Someday, maybe.
However, I know Rose too well to take that bet. We grew up together after all, and I was the one who got her off men when all the idiots in high school and even college started asking me out. She was the one who normally chased them away, after all. I have to giggle when I remember one particular incident involving a vulgar blond boy, a pail of nails, and opening a door. It seemed nasty at the time, but now I can look back and appreciate how much Rose protected me. Rose was practically an older sister to me especially since I'm two years younger than her. However, despite her issues with men, she approved of Victor. I don't know why beyond what she said after I told her he had proposed to me. I'll quote it.
"It's about fucking time, Norrie! He's the right kind of guy for you."
When I asked her about it, she said "Norrie, he worships the ground you walk on, much less the fact that you accepted him where everybody else turned him away. Doesn't hurt that you're a knockout physically." I had blushed at that. Sure, I knew I was alright looking, but I had never thought of myself as particularly pretty. I wore no make-up and preferred less revealing clothes than some women my age. Still, those guys had seen something in me. Maybe Rose wasn't just biased. Friend biased, anyway.
It's true Victor and I still kiss in public. He says he does it to show how proud he is that I said yes to him, of all people. I think he's exaggerating his previous shyness a bit, but he did eventually manage to screw up the courage to ask me out. And then, after we dated for four years, he finally proposed on December 31. My parents, Jeanette and Gregory Frost, were so proud of us the day they got the news. My sisters, Mary and Jane, helped me prepare for our wedding with the glee of children. Apparently my older sisters had been planning their baby sister's wedding day since they day I met Victor.
Uh-oh, I hear him calling for me. I must have written too long… I wonder what his surprise is. Well, I'll find out soon. Goodbye for now.
Love
Nora Fries
This is a fixed version of my last attempt at this fic. I hope it's better this time around. :) Please leave a review!
-June