The Illyria 10-year Reunion
Chapter 1
Viola Hastings here, or shall I say, Viola Orsino. Duke and I have been married for 2 years and are expecting our first little Orsino in 5 months. Our 10-year class reunion is Saturday and Duke and I are debating whether to go or not. I was definitely, you could say, a legend at the school playing on the boy's soccer team, but something in me does not want to return and see everyone again. Duke basically wants to see his soccer dudes, so I guess I'll give in and go.
"Duke, I understand you really want to go to the reunion, so I guess it's fine, we'll have a great time together," Viola said.
"Oh thanks, honey, trust me, it might be pretty interesting," Duke replied.
"Are Andrew and Toby going?" Viola asked.
"I wouldn't go if they weren't!" Duke answered, chuckling.
"We have to make sure we bring at least one wedding picture," Viola reminded Duke.
"What, you think people won't believe we're married? You've got a good size bump there on your stomach if that's not pretty good proof in itself," Duke said.
"Haha that's funny, Duke, but no really, don't forget a good picture," Viola replied, smirking.
Saturday evening…
"Ready yet, Viola?" Duke shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Almost," Viola answered back.
Duke was dressed in neatly ironed, nicely-fitted khaki pants and a dazzling, long-sleeved royal blue dress shirt. He waited at the bottom of the stairs for Viola. When she emerged, he was stunned. The dress was a simple purple cocktail dress, but it was just like high school all over again to him; just like when they first fell in love.
"You look absolutely beautiful, like always," Duke complimented Viola.
"Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself…like always," Viola replied slightly seductively.