Dr Dana Scully pulled off her surgical mask and hair net.
"That was great, Dr. Scully. Another successful brain surgery," her fiancé, and one of the other doctors, Robert said.
"Thanks, Rob," she replied as he kissed her cheek softly. She slid her five- carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. She'd taken it off for the six- hour surgery. Now, after many years of training and hard work, she was an extremely successful and famous neurosurgeon. She mad six figures plus a year and was the most asked for neurosurgeon in the entire world. Time Magazine acknowledged her as one of the world's most intriguing people. Woman's Day called her woman of the century and People Magazine had named her one of the most beautiful women for three years in a row. Her fiancé was fabulous and the date was set for two months later in the National Cathedral.
"I'm going for the final fitting this afternoon. It's at two but I promise we'll go out later," she told him.
"But Day," he whined. "I thought you said we could go out this afternoon."
"I'm sorry Honey but I want to get this fitting taken care of," she replied.
"Okay," he said reluctantly. "I'll see you later. I love you."
Dana kissed him and went into the locker room to change her clothes. She threw her scrubs in the bin and pulled on her street clothes; a stylish brown corduroy skirt, spiky heeled boots, and a turquoise blouse. Lately, she'd been letting her hair grow out for the wedding. Undoing the braid, she shook out the loose waves and let her gorgeous red hair cascade over her shoulders.
Fifteen minutes later, she was out on the streets, walking toward the bridal shop four blocks away on Broad Street.
"Good afternoon Dr. Scully," the lady at the counter greeted her. "You're dress is in the back. I'll go get it."
Dana carefully slipped into the dress and waited while several attendants fastened the row of forty small buttons marching up her back. She looked in the mirror. The dress was strapless and made of silk with tiny pearls embroidered onto the bodice. The full tulle skirt was reminiscent of the tutus she saw on the ballet dancers in the nutcracker.
"Do you want to see the veil?" one of them asked.
Dana nodded and the attendant took it out of the box and arranged the wreath of silk flowers on her head, the layers of antique lace fell down and trailed five feet behind her.
She looked beautiful, breathtakingly, fatally so. And as she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew marrying Rob was the best decision she'd ever made.
Wow. This is the third story (25th chapter) I've worked on today. You can get a lot done when you're sick, huh?
"That was great, Dr. Scully. Another successful brain surgery," her fiancé, and one of the other doctors, Robert said.
"Thanks, Rob," she replied as he kissed her cheek softly. She slid her five- carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. She'd taken it off for the six- hour surgery. Now, after many years of training and hard work, she was an extremely successful and famous neurosurgeon. She mad six figures plus a year and was the most asked for neurosurgeon in the entire world. Time Magazine acknowledged her as one of the world's most intriguing people. Woman's Day called her woman of the century and People Magazine had named her one of the most beautiful women for three years in a row. Her fiancé was fabulous and the date was set for two months later in the National Cathedral.
"I'm going for the final fitting this afternoon. It's at two but I promise we'll go out later," she told him.
"But Day," he whined. "I thought you said we could go out this afternoon."
"I'm sorry Honey but I want to get this fitting taken care of," she replied.
"Okay," he said reluctantly. "I'll see you later. I love you."
Dana kissed him and went into the locker room to change her clothes. She threw her scrubs in the bin and pulled on her street clothes; a stylish brown corduroy skirt, spiky heeled boots, and a turquoise blouse. Lately, she'd been letting her hair grow out for the wedding. Undoing the braid, she shook out the loose waves and let her gorgeous red hair cascade over her shoulders.
Fifteen minutes later, she was out on the streets, walking toward the bridal shop four blocks away on Broad Street.
"Good afternoon Dr. Scully," the lady at the counter greeted her. "You're dress is in the back. I'll go get it."
Dana carefully slipped into the dress and waited while several attendants fastened the row of forty small buttons marching up her back. She looked in the mirror. The dress was strapless and made of silk with tiny pearls embroidered onto the bodice. The full tulle skirt was reminiscent of the tutus she saw on the ballet dancers in the nutcracker.
"Do you want to see the veil?" one of them asked.
Dana nodded and the attendant took it out of the box and arranged the wreath of silk flowers on her head, the layers of antique lace fell down and trailed five feet behind her.
She looked beautiful, breathtakingly, fatally so. And as she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew marrying Rob was the best decision she'd ever made.
Wow. This is the third story (25th chapter) I've worked on today. You can get a lot done when you're sick, huh?