I laid down on the hotel bed, and opened another bottle of pain medicine for my headache. My phone began to vibrate as I had just started to settle amongst the pillows and blankets. I looked at the Caller I.D. to see that it was Kris.

"Hello." I said into the receiver.

"So today was a success, I believe," I smiled faintly.

"That's great. Did she find any she liked?"

"You'll have to ask her. I'm not going to be your messenger." I rolled my eyes at her comment.

"Did you find any you liked?" I challenged.

"Yes indeed. I had much success."

"I'm supposing that means a couple of euros from my bank account are gone?"

"Oh yes, we spent…" I cut her off.

"Please don't tell me. I can't talk about money right now. I feel like my head's about to explode."

"It's been that bad?" I groaned.

"You have no idea." She sighed.

"Well, my dear brother, I would love to chat all day. But I have studies that need to be studied. Call Delia if you want, she's in a better mood I think. And I believe she just got off the phone with a friend." I nodded and said my good byes.

I debated on whether to call or not. Our wedding was soon approaching, and I wanted us to be as comfortable as possible with each other. I dialed Delia's phone number in her room, and waited. It rang and rang, but eventually went to voicemail.

I frowned and tried again. It rang four times before a distressed Delia answered.

"Hello…hello?"

"Delia? It's Alex."

"Oh Alex! It's so good to hear from you." I inwardly smiled.

"Are you O.K.? I just tried calling and it went to voicemail."

"Yeah, sorry. These darned phones are so complicated." I laughed.

"I know what you mean. I was calling to ask how your day went." I heard some shuffling around, as I assumed, Delia got situated on the bed.

"It was so much fun! Thank you so much for letting Krisandra take me." I smiled widely.

"Anytime. Whenever you want to go, all you have to do is ask. Kris or myself would be willing to take you anywhere you wanted."

"I appreciate it, I really think I needed it."

"Did you have any luck?" I asked politely.

"I sure did! When you get home I'll show you all of them. I was going to just try on the dresses and choose which I liked best out of all, but Kris wouldn't let me. So it's really not my fault I bought more than I think I should have," I rolled my eyes trying to picture the scene Delia was talking about.

"Well you can always trust in Kris's fashion sense."

"Well she said that I could wear a dress once, publicly to a social event. And then a few times out to dinner or something, which I honestly don't understand." I sighed. My poor Delia had much to learn.

"It is all a social status really. It is to keep the old women talking and the old men looking. If you wore a dress to a function twice, the women would think you cheap. And Lord knows we don't want that." She laughed.

"Of course not, what would the neighbors think. I can buy a million dollar house, but not a four hundred dollar dress? That's awful." We laughed together. Silence filled the line for a few moments.

"Alex?"

"Hm?"

"If you had been able to meet me another way, do you think we would have becomes friends?" I was quiet, thinking of my answer carefully. "Please be honest with me." I couldn't possibly be completely honest with her.

"I can't say, Delia. I don't know. We can still become friends now thought." I heard a soft giggle on the other end.

"But Alex, I already think of you as my friend. You're my only friend here." I was quiet again.

"I think if we had met in another situation, I would have been intrigued by you," I thought of my next statement carefully, "much like I am right now." I heard a deep exhale of a breath.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"For what?"

"Giving me some hope that this thing can really work out." I smiled.

"If there's a will, there's a way." I quoted for her. She laughed and sighed again.

"Good night, Alex. You should get some sleep you sound tired." I reflected on one of my previous statements. 'She is very intriguing'.

"I shall take your advice. Good bye," I said softly.

"Bye." And then the line went dead. I reclined farther in to the pillows and closed my eyes. My headache was gone, I looked over at the three pills and glass of water sitting by my bedside.

Maybe being able to talk to some is the best medicine life can offer.