Chapter 3
Disclaimer and Other info : See Chapter 1
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"I love the way you move." Amy whispers in my ear and I start to sweat even more.
I close my eyes and try to concentrate!! This is Amy you fool! Do you want her? No! Who do you want? My Donnatella.
Oh god, Donna!! Shoot!!
"I want you Josh. I want you now. Let's go back to my apartment." Not even in your dreams!!
My mind finally starts to function and I shove her away. I push myself through the crowd and somehow manage to get out of the club.
I start walking as quickly as I can in the cold.
"Josh!! Wait!!" Keep walking!
"Josh!!" Damn it, she caught up with me. I turn around as she places her hand on my shoulder.
"Look, don't tell me you don't want this just as much!" She yells. This woman has lost her mind.
"Are you kidding me Amy? I'm engaged for Pete's sake."
"I felt you in there! The way your body felt on mine... Don't tell me you didn't feel it too."
"Amy, the only thing I felt was that I really didn't want to be in that position any longer or ever again."
Okay, maybe I felt something else. Something completely involuntary due to my masculine hormones.but nothing else!
"Josh, we have wanted this before! This is like a second chance for us. I know you had a crush on me in college as well. I knew you kept looking at me every time I was with Chris in your room. You wanted me but you couldn't have me. Now you can."
"Now, I don't want you Amy. Could you just let me go now?" I turn around and continue to leave.
"Josh, we could be such a perfect match for each other. You need someone of your level, you'd get bored with anything less. Someone as highly-educated as you, not some dumb blond, who's a useless, college drop-out and way beneath you!"
It's taking me all my might not to slap her across the face right now! I take a deep breath to calm myself down. The last thing I need is Amy accusing me of violently striking her. Although, it would be completely worth it if I did.
"Amy, you are not one tenth the person Donna is. She may not be a college graduate like you but unlike you, she's not cheap, nor disreputable. I'm leaving right now or I will not be responsible for my actions. I'm warning you not follow me." I say in the most threatening voice I could muster up.
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I'm driving back now wishing I have never cross paths with Amy Gardner. I never thought she would be such a bitch. I don't recall her being such a person back in college. But then again, it's not like I knew her well. Sigh, I'm exhausted.
Shoot, the car clock shows that it's 12.30pm now. Donna expected me back by 11 o'clock. Why hasn't she called yet? I grab my cell phone from my pocket. Oh, she did call me a couple of times. I must have not heard it with the loud music. She's going to so worried or completely pissed. Believe it or not, I'd rather her be the latter.
I open my apartment door slowly trying to be quiet incase Donna was asleep.
"Josh?" I guess she's not asleep.
"Yeah Donna. It's me." I say not to alarm her.
She walks from our bedroom and she's wide awake.
"I'm really sorry Donna. It just took a whole lot longer and I didn't look at the time." She looks a little disappointed I think.
"It's almost one o'clock, Josh. I was so worried about you and you didn't pick up your cell." Oh, my heart breaks when I hear the disappointment in her voice.
"I know. I couldn't hear the cell phone ringing. I only noticed the miscalls when I was in the car. I'm really sorry, I should have called you." I'm resenting Amy more and more by the second.
Donna doesn't say anything. She just looks..I don't know. I can't describe it. I think I really got her worried.
"That's alright. You coming to bed?" She says as she walks towards the bedroom.
She's just amazing. I deserve to be yelled at and maybe even punished but she says it's alright.
I get changed and get into bed with her. I kiss the top of her head making her turn to face me.
"Where did you two go?" Should I tell her? I definitely don't want to lie to her but still she should be shielded from the complete truth.
"It was at a pub. Down at Gibbon's Bay. The music was loud which is why I didn't here the cell."
"Oh. So did you manage to come to an agreement?"
"We did, thank god. It took a while but we finally got there."
We lay on the bed holding each other in the dark. Neither of us saying anything even though we are still awake as I'm stroking her hair and she's rubbing my hand very lightly.
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"Before you met me, did you think you'll be marrying someone like me?" What? Why is she asking me this?
"What brings about this question?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking maybe you would have pictured yourself being with someone more like you. Well educated..maybe a fellow political player.."
"Donna, first of all, I've never imagined myself being with anyone. I never thought I'm a person who'd want to settle down and have a family until I met you."
It is so weird that she's asking me this after Amy told me pretty much the same thing. How ironic is that?
"Wouldn't you want somehow who's more of your level? Someone with some higher connection in the political arena? Someone as intelligent as you? Someone..someone like.like Amy Gardner? "
"What?!" I think she's assuming I enjoy spending time with Amy considering I've been late every time I've had a 'meeting' with her.
"Donna, if you are asking what I think you're asking..I assure you that you are way off. Donna you are one of the smartest, most intelligent person I know and you don't need paper qualifications to prove it. I don't want to be with anyone but you Donna. I'd think you would know that by now... I did ask you to spend the rest of your life with me." I think I sounded a little harsh but she's got to be nuts if she thinks I would ever want anyone else, let alone Amy.
"I do know that Josh. I'm just...I'm just being silly or getting wedding jitters..I don't know."
"Well don't. Every day I wonder how I managed to be so lucky to have you."
That gets me a very nice kiss from Donna which was just the beginning of a very exhilarating night.
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"Josh, what do you think of this cake?" I walk into Josh's office and type in the website address on his computer.
"Donna, is that what you've been doing? Looking at wedding cakes during working hours?" He walks towards the computer and leans forward on the chair I am sitting on.
"Josh, my working hours are pretty much all the time, so just deal with it." I show him the cake that I think is absolutely perfect.
"Yeah, it's looks fine." Oh, how enthusiastic of him.
"Fine? That's all you can say?" I look at him with my eyebrows raised.
"It's a cake, what do you want me to say?" I keep forgetting he's a man and he's got surprisingly no taste on anything. Well, except my engagement ring. I believe some higher power had given him good taste for that few minutes when he was picking out the ring.
"Okay, so you would be fine if I were to order this one."
"Yes Donna. Now get back to work will you?"
"My, aren't we being snappy?" I turn my head to look at him.
He pulls me up from the chair and drags me out of his office. I struggle not to chuckle away.
The cake has white chocolate pearls on them which look positively luscious on the alternate square and round layered butter cream cake. I think it'll fit perfectly with everything else for the reception.
Since the weekend, I've been looking for a wedding cake design and a wedding dress. I still had no luck on the dress though. I just managed to call the number Toby gave me to get more wedding catalogues. Paulette was really nice and helpful. I told her what styles I was looking for and she said she'll send me suitable catalogues.
So, I'm waiting at my desk, hoping the catalogues will be delivered soon. Of course, that's not all that I'm doing. Josh would have a fit if it was.
"Donnatella Moss?" Oh yes! The delivery guy has a package for me. I sign it and open the package vigorously.
"Something exciting you received there, Donna?" That couldn't be. I snap my head up and quickly rise to my feet.
"Good morning Mr. President." I wish the President was treated like royalty so that there would be trumpets blaring announcing his arrival.
"Good morning Donna. Now, don't keep me standing at the edge of my toes here, what do you have there?" I can't believe I have to tell the President what I have with me.
"Oh, I was just delivered this wedding gown catalogue, that's all." I hope he doesn't think less of me for attending to personal matters during working hours.
"Really? Haven't you picked your dress yet? It's less than three weeks for your wedding." Now the President knows my dress situation.
"Yes sir, but the dress I had my eyes on fell through at the last minute so I'm on the search for another one."
"Oh, that's unfortunate. Who's catalogues are these?"
"This lady named Paulette Pearson. She."
"Oh, what an exceptional designer she is. Abby wore one of her designs to the Inauguration and also to one of the State of the Union addresses, if I'm not mistaken. The dresses actually had hand-stitched genuine Austrian crystals on them which are so rare nowadays with all the imitation or plated ones."
"I didn't know that sir." And I'm not referring to just one thing.
I didn't know about the Austrian crystals, nor the fact that the President took so much interest in the First Lady's gowns. Also, what I didn't know is that Paulette is a designer and not just a boutique owner and that she made dresses for the First Lady!!
"Well, good luck on choosing the dress. If you need any help or opinion on choosing the gown, you could always ask me you know. I have exquisite taste."
"I wouldn't doubt that sir. Thank you..Um, do you need anything by the way?"
"Oh no, just wanted to have a glance at my staff. Carry on with what you were doing, I'm going to take a trip to the communications bullpen."
"Yes sir." The President leaves with his agents.
I grin to myself imagining going to the Oval Office to ask fashion tips from the President of the United States.
I'm still rather shocked that this Paulette Pearson is a well-known designer. Her dresses must cost a fortune. Does Toby think I'm able to afford such a dress? Maybe he's assuming I'll be getting a big discount like I did for almost all the other stuff for the wedding.
My parents will be paying for the wedding. When my sister got married, she refused to have a real wedding ceremony and only got registered. My parents had to force her to allow them to throw a wedding reception. Because of that, they are more than willing to spend a huge amount for my wedding. However, having some media coverage for the wedding enables us to get really huge discounts on pretty much everything.
We didn't plan on having any media but CJ says there will be people trying to get pictures anyway, so we might as well get some magazines to cover it. I didn't even know we were actually popular enough for people to care about the details of our wedding. I guess it's mainly due to the fact that the President and his family will be attending and not to mention a whole lot of political savvies.
We are not inviting everyone for the ceremony but they will all be at the reception. Only our close family and friends will be at the ceremony itself. The wedding is on a Saturday evening. I've always imagined myself having a daytime garden wedding but with all the VIPs coming we had to make sure it's at a suitable time when everyone is free, knowing the hectic schedule everyone has.
I've been looking through the catalogue during my lunch break and I have to say, the dresses are very impressive.
I specifically asked for strapless, spaghetti strapped and off-shoulder necklines. I also specified for silhouettes that are spread out like A- line, ball gown and Princess.
"Hi Donna, wanna have lunch in my office?" CJ comes to my cubical.
"Sure. I'm almost done with lunch but why not? I'm looking at more wedding gowns. These are actually good." I get up and start walking with CJ.
"Really? Let me see...Paulette Pearson? Wow, Donna how did you manage to get these? She barely gives out catalogues." Really? She was more than willing to send them to me.
We get to CJ's office and take our seats.
"I didn't know that. Actually, Toby gave me the number. And she was really nice and helpful. I didn't even know she was a big designer until the President mentioned it."
"The President?" CJ looks bewildered.
"Don't ask." I wave my hand at her and chuckle.
"Okay...So, Toby gave you her number?? How the heck did he get it? He never gave ME her number!" This is getting weirder by the second.
"I was wondering that myself actually. I thought you might have a clue."
"Beats me. All I know is that her dresses cost a fortune and they are so well-made and not commercialized which is probably why you haven't heard of her."
"Oh. I actually gave her a price range as well. After the President mentioned her significance, I thought the dresses wouldn't be all that great considering my maximum price was only nine hundred dollars. But surprisingly, there are a whole lot of gorgeous dresses in here." CJ grabs the catalogue as soon as I said that.
"Wow, you're right. How could these dresses be so cheap? Wedding dresses nonetheless. Hmmm...I should have a talk with Mr. Communication's Director." I hope CJ doesn't grill him up.
I grab the catalogue from CJ and continue flicking through.
"Ahhh!"
"What? What?"
"I found it!!" I found the dress!! It is gorgeous!
"Let me see..Wow, this would look sooo perfect on you!" CJ is equally pleased as I am. Well, maybe not equally coz I'm totally ecstatic!!
The dress is champagne colored and it has a layered ball gown silhouette. The neckline was off-shoulder with thin straps falling off the shoulders. It is perfect. It also has full gloves which I probably won't be wearing as I rather have the ring placed on my finger and not the glove.
"Ah, it has embroidered French Silk and Italian Satin. Donna, you'll look like a princess wearing this!!"
"Really? You don't think it'd be too much?" I ask wondering if the dress was too grand.
"Donna, it's your wedding gown! Nothing would be too much." I guess she's right.
"Great, I'm going to call her now and make the order. Ahh, I'm so happy!!"
I quickly give Paulette a call before I end my lunch break or more like before Josh catches me not working. Paulette said she doesn't have one right now that fitted my size which devastated me at first. But then she said she'd check out the stock in her store in New York and it turned out she has one left! She said she'll give me a call once it comes in. So for now, I can breathe a little easier but not too much as I don't want to jinx anything till the dress arrives safely and is in my possession.
I spend the rest of the day working twice as hard if that's even possible. I do feel kind of guilty getting all wrapped up with the wedding preparation. Now that the dress is hopefully under control, I can give my full attention to work.
TBC.....
Disclaimer and Other info : See Chapter 1
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"I love the way you move." Amy whispers in my ear and I start to sweat even more.
I close my eyes and try to concentrate!! This is Amy you fool! Do you want her? No! Who do you want? My Donnatella.
Oh god, Donna!! Shoot!!
"I want you Josh. I want you now. Let's go back to my apartment." Not even in your dreams!!
My mind finally starts to function and I shove her away. I push myself through the crowd and somehow manage to get out of the club.
I start walking as quickly as I can in the cold.
"Josh!! Wait!!" Keep walking!
"Josh!!" Damn it, she caught up with me. I turn around as she places her hand on my shoulder.
"Look, don't tell me you don't want this just as much!" She yells. This woman has lost her mind.
"Are you kidding me Amy? I'm engaged for Pete's sake."
"I felt you in there! The way your body felt on mine... Don't tell me you didn't feel it too."
"Amy, the only thing I felt was that I really didn't want to be in that position any longer or ever again."
Okay, maybe I felt something else. Something completely involuntary due to my masculine hormones.but nothing else!
"Josh, we have wanted this before! This is like a second chance for us. I know you had a crush on me in college as well. I knew you kept looking at me every time I was with Chris in your room. You wanted me but you couldn't have me. Now you can."
"Now, I don't want you Amy. Could you just let me go now?" I turn around and continue to leave.
"Josh, we could be such a perfect match for each other. You need someone of your level, you'd get bored with anything less. Someone as highly-educated as you, not some dumb blond, who's a useless, college drop-out and way beneath you!"
It's taking me all my might not to slap her across the face right now! I take a deep breath to calm myself down. The last thing I need is Amy accusing me of violently striking her. Although, it would be completely worth it if I did.
"Amy, you are not one tenth the person Donna is. She may not be a college graduate like you but unlike you, she's not cheap, nor disreputable. I'm leaving right now or I will not be responsible for my actions. I'm warning you not follow me." I say in the most threatening voice I could muster up.
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I'm driving back now wishing I have never cross paths with Amy Gardner. I never thought she would be such a bitch. I don't recall her being such a person back in college. But then again, it's not like I knew her well. Sigh, I'm exhausted.
Shoot, the car clock shows that it's 12.30pm now. Donna expected me back by 11 o'clock. Why hasn't she called yet? I grab my cell phone from my pocket. Oh, she did call me a couple of times. I must have not heard it with the loud music. She's going to so worried or completely pissed. Believe it or not, I'd rather her be the latter.
I open my apartment door slowly trying to be quiet incase Donna was asleep.
"Josh?" I guess she's not asleep.
"Yeah Donna. It's me." I say not to alarm her.
She walks from our bedroom and she's wide awake.
"I'm really sorry Donna. It just took a whole lot longer and I didn't look at the time." She looks a little disappointed I think.
"It's almost one o'clock, Josh. I was so worried about you and you didn't pick up your cell." Oh, my heart breaks when I hear the disappointment in her voice.
"I know. I couldn't hear the cell phone ringing. I only noticed the miscalls when I was in the car. I'm really sorry, I should have called you." I'm resenting Amy more and more by the second.
Donna doesn't say anything. She just looks..I don't know. I can't describe it. I think I really got her worried.
"That's alright. You coming to bed?" She says as she walks towards the bedroom.
She's just amazing. I deserve to be yelled at and maybe even punished but she says it's alright.
I get changed and get into bed with her. I kiss the top of her head making her turn to face me.
"Where did you two go?" Should I tell her? I definitely don't want to lie to her but still she should be shielded from the complete truth.
"It was at a pub. Down at Gibbon's Bay. The music was loud which is why I didn't here the cell."
"Oh. So did you manage to come to an agreement?"
"We did, thank god. It took a while but we finally got there."
We lay on the bed holding each other in the dark. Neither of us saying anything even though we are still awake as I'm stroking her hair and she's rubbing my hand very lightly.
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"Before you met me, did you think you'll be marrying someone like me?" What? Why is she asking me this?
"What brings about this question?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking maybe you would have pictured yourself being with someone more like you. Well educated..maybe a fellow political player.."
"Donna, first of all, I've never imagined myself being with anyone. I never thought I'm a person who'd want to settle down and have a family until I met you."
It is so weird that she's asking me this after Amy told me pretty much the same thing. How ironic is that?
"Wouldn't you want somehow who's more of your level? Someone with some higher connection in the political arena? Someone as intelligent as you? Someone..someone like.like Amy Gardner? "
"What?!" I think she's assuming I enjoy spending time with Amy considering I've been late every time I've had a 'meeting' with her.
"Donna, if you are asking what I think you're asking..I assure you that you are way off. Donna you are one of the smartest, most intelligent person I know and you don't need paper qualifications to prove it. I don't want to be with anyone but you Donna. I'd think you would know that by now... I did ask you to spend the rest of your life with me." I think I sounded a little harsh but she's got to be nuts if she thinks I would ever want anyone else, let alone Amy.
"I do know that Josh. I'm just...I'm just being silly or getting wedding jitters..I don't know."
"Well don't. Every day I wonder how I managed to be so lucky to have you."
That gets me a very nice kiss from Donna which was just the beginning of a very exhilarating night.
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"Josh, what do you think of this cake?" I walk into Josh's office and type in the website address on his computer.
"Donna, is that what you've been doing? Looking at wedding cakes during working hours?" He walks towards the computer and leans forward on the chair I am sitting on.
"Josh, my working hours are pretty much all the time, so just deal with it." I show him the cake that I think is absolutely perfect.
"Yeah, it's looks fine." Oh, how enthusiastic of him.
"Fine? That's all you can say?" I look at him with my eyebrows raised.
"It's a cake, what do you want me to say?" I keep forgetting he's a man and he's got surprisingly no taste on anything. Well, except my engagement ring. I believe some higher power had given him good taste for that few minutes when he was picking out the ring.
"Okay, so you would be fine if I were to order this one."
"Yes Donna. Now get back to work will you?"
"My, aren't we being snappy?" I turn my head to look at him.
He pulls me up from the chair and drags me out of his office. I struggle not to chuckle away.
The cake has white chocolate pearls on them which look positively luscious on the alternate square and round layered butter cream cake. I think it'll fit perfectly with everything else for the reception.
Since the weekend, I've been looking for a wedding cake design and a wedding dress. I still had no luck on the dress though. I just managed to call the number Toby gave me to get more wedding catalogues. Paulette was really nice and helpful. I told her what styles I was looking for and she said she'll send me suitable catalogues.
So, I'm waiting at my desk, hoping the catalogues will be delivered soon. Of course, that's not all that I'm doing. Josh would have a fit if it was.
"Donnatella Moss?" Oh yes! The delivery guy has a package for me. I sign it and open the package vigorously.
"Something exciting you received there, Donna?" That couldn't be. I snap my head up and quickly rise to my feet.
"Good morning Mr. President." I wish the President was treated like royalty so that there would be trumpets blaring announcing his arrival.
"Good morning Donna. Now, don't keep me standing at the edge of my toes here, what do you have there?" I can't believe I have to tell the President what I have with me.
"Oh, I was just delivered this wedding gown catalogue, that's all." I hope he doesn't think less of me for attending to personal matters during working hours.
"Really? Haven't you picked your dress yet? It's less than three weeks for your wedding." Now the President knows my dress situation.
"Yes sir, but the dress I had my eyes on fell through at the last minute so I'm on the search for another one."
"Oh, that's unfortunate. Who's catalogues are these?"
"This lady named Paulette Pearson. She."
"Oh, what an exceptional designer she is. Abby wore one of her designs to the Inauguration and also to one of the State of the Union addresses, if I'm not mistaken. The dresses actually had hand-stitched genuine Austrian crystals on them which are so rare nowadays with all the imitation or plated ones."
"I didn't know that sir." And I'm not referring to just one thing.
I didn't know about the Austrian crystals, nor the fact that the President took so much interest in the First Lady's gowns. Also, what I didn't know is that Paulette is a designer and not just a boutique owner and that she made dresses for the First Lady!!
"Well, good luck on choosing the dress. If you need any help or opinion on choosing the gown, you could always ask me you know. I have exquisite taste."
"I wouldn't doubt that sir. Thank you..Um, do you need anything by the way?"
"Oh no, just wanted to have a glance at my staff. Carry on with what you were doing, I'm going to take a trip to the communications bullpen."
"Yes sir." The President leaves with his agents.
I grin to myself imagining going to the Oval Office to ask fashion tips from the President of the United States.
I'm still rather shocked that this Paulette Pearson is a well-known designer. Her dresses must cost a fortune. Does Toby think I'm able to afford such a dress? Maybe he's assuming I'll be getting a big discount like I did for almost all the other stuff for the wedding.
My parents will be paying for the wedding. When my sister got married, she refused to have a real wedding ceremony and only got registered. My parents had to force her to allow them to throw a wedding reception. Because of that, they are more than willing to spend a huge amount for my wedding. However, having some media coverage for the wedding enables us to get really huge discounts on pretty much everything.
We didn't plan on having any media but CJ says there will be people trying to get pictures anyway, so we might as well get some magazines to cover it. I didn't even know we were actually popular enough for people to care about the details of our wedding. I guess it's mainly due to the fact that the President and his family will be attending and not to mention a whole lot of political savvies.
We are not inviting everyone for the ceremony but they will all be at the reception. Only our close family and friends will be at the ceremony itself. The wedding is on a Saturday evening. I've always imagined myself having a daytime garden wedding but with all the VIPs coming we had to make sure it's at a suitable time when everyone is free, knowing the hectic schedule everyone has.
I've been looking through the catalogue during my lunch break and I have to say, the dresses are very impressive.
I specifically asked for strapless, spaghetti strapped and off-shoulder necklines. I also specified for silhouettes that are spread out like A- line, ball gown and Princess.
"Hi Donna, wanna have lunch in my office?" CJ comes to my cubical.
"Sure. I'm almost done with lunch but why not? I'm looking at more wedding gowns. These are actually good." I get up and start walking with CJ.
"Really? Let me see...Paulette Pearson? Wow, Donna how did you manage to get these? She barely gives out catalogues." Really? She was more than willing to send them to me.
We get to CJ's office and take our seats.
"I didn't know that. Actually, Toby gave me the number. And she was really nice and helpful. I didn't even know she was a big designer until the President mentioned it."
"The President?" CJ looks bewildered.
"Don't ask." I wave my hand at her and chuckle.
"Okay...So, Toby gave you her number?? How the heck did he get it? He never gave ME her number!" This is getting weirder by the second.
"I was wondering that myself actually. I thought you might have a clue."
"Beats me. All I know is that her dresses cost a fortune and they are so well-made and not commercialized which is probably why you haven't heard of her."
"Oh. I actually gave her a price range as well. After the President mentioned her significance, I thought the dresses wouldn't be all that great considering my maximum price was only nine hundred dollars. But surprisingly, there are a whole lot of gorgeous dresses in here." CJ grabs the catalogue as soon as I said that.
"Wow, you're right. How could these dresses be so cheap? Wedding dresses nonetheless. Hmmm...I should have a talk with Mr. Communication's Director." I hope CJ doesn't grill him up.
I grab the catalogue from CJ and continue flicking through.
"Ahhh!"
"What? What?"
"I found it!!" I found the dress!! It is gorgeous!
"Let me see..Wow, this would look sooo perfect on you!" CJ is equally pleased as I am. Well, maybe not equally coz I'm totally ecstatic!!
The dress is champagne colored and it has a layered ball gown silhouette. The neckline was off-shoulder with thin straps falling off the shoulders. It is perfect. It also has full gloves which I probably won't be wearing as I rather have the ring placed on my finger and not the glove.
"Ah, it has embroidered French Silk and Italian Satin. Donna, you'll look like a princess wearing this!!"
"Really? You don't think it'd be too much?" I ask wondering if the dress was too grand.
"Donna, it's your wedding gown! Nothing would be too much." I guess she's right.
"Great, I'm going to call her now and make the order. Ahh, I'm so happy!!"
I quickly give Paulette a call before I end my lunch break or more like before Josh catches me not working. Paulette said she doesn't have one right now that fitted my size which devastated me at first. But then she said she'd check out the stock in her store in New York and it turned out she has one left! She said she'll give me a call once it comes in. So for now, I can breathe a little easier but not too much as I don't want to jinx anything till the dress arrives safely and is in my possession.
I spend the rest of the day working twice as hard if that's even possible. I do feel kind of guilty getting all wrapped up with the wedding preparation. Now that the dress is hopefully under control, I can give my full attention to work.
TBC.....