Fox Mulder loosened his tie. His workday was over, finally. He was an Oxford trained psychiatrist and his practice was one of the most frequented in the city of Washington D.C. He was also listed as one of America's Most Eligible Bachelors by several magazines. His clients were demanding, occasionally calling so frequently, he was forced to open his practice on the days off.
Today, however, was an exception.
He'd taken the afternoon off to eat a late lunch with his younger sister Samantha.
"Hey Fox. Late as always," Samantha greeted him.
"Sorry," he apologized. "My last client would not leave."
"Well come on! It's almost two," she said grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door.
"Where to?" Fox asked.
"That Italian place on Broad Street is nice. Let's go there," she suggested.
They walked the seven blocks to Broad Street quickly. As they strode down the sidewalk, Fox's eyes fell upon the bridal shop window. The most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen was modeling a ballet-like wedding gown. Her blue-green eyes sparkled like diamonds and red waves cascaded over her bare shoulders and across the dress like wine spilt on a white silk tablecloth. Attendants hovered around her like moths to a flame. One of them rushed off to get the veil and place it on the woman's head. The others smoothed the wrinkles and adjusted the dress so everything was just so.
In the instant that he saw that angel of a woman, he fell in love.
"Fox?" Samantha's voice broke into his thoughts. "Fox, what is it?
"That woman.." He breathed.
"Is apparently taken," she finished. "Very pretty though. Come on, let's go eat."