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TITLE : I'm getting married in the morning! Or am I?

SUMMERY: Connie's getting married or is she. The relationship she has with her fiancé is a fickle one, after many on-off-on decisions, will she really go through with it? Is there something her fiancé is hiding, and will she find out in time?

Chapter 1

So here I was, trying wedding gowns on, feeling the happiest I'd ever been in my whole life. I'd had a few bad times through the past 24 years, but everything seemed to be coming together now. I had been an editor for a top magazine for the past year, but had worked my way up, 2 years before that. I had gotten the job fresh out of college, my boss commenting that I had potential. I worked hard at what I did, enjoying it, even through it's more stressful times. I wasn't like most editors though, you know the kind you see in the movies, that order people around and shout abuse at their employees. I had worked carefully with other editors who had done that, but I found they had little respect given, their tasks were only done, due to he fact that the employees where scared of the them. Though if you were kind and friendly and actually got off your butt once in a while to help out with things, I found I got respect and jobs were done a lot better and more willingly.

After trying on a few dresses in my lunch break, I rushed back to the office, trying to shove my sandwich down my throat as I walked – a problem I still had at times – punctuality. When the lift doors opened, I shot out and began rushing down the office, receiving knowing looks from my co-workers. I leapt into my office and sat down, attempting to catch my breath. You might be thinking why all the rush, I was the editor and no-one was going to tell my I was late, though when you had a full schedule of meetings and other more boring things to do, punctuality actually played a big part.

"Connie". It was Ann, my personal secretary. Though a lot older than myself, she had been my rock over the past year. I looked up at her, willing her to continue. "Your 1.30 is here". She said, a smile tinting her chubby round features.

"Oh, great could you show them in". I smiled, as she left.

I searched around my cluttered desk for my schedule, trying to remind myself of exactly who I was meeting with. I eventually found it, though there was no name, just a note saying 1.30 meeting today. I knew Ann had booked it, as it was her writing, though she usually always wrote at least a name down.

Suddenly a tall, blonde figure walked in, closing the door gently behind him, then walking toward my desk, and sitting opposite myself. A smile played gently on my lips, watching every movement they made. He didn't say anything at first, just gazed right back at me, tapping his fingers on the chairs arm.

"So how can I help you, Mr. Litterall"? I stood and wandered to the other side of my desk, perching myself on it's edge, right in front of my visitor.

"Do I need a reason"? He asked, a smile gradually appearing.

"Well, I would say so, taking up valuable time of an editor"... I began, a playful smirk crossing my face.

"Ok, I just came to say, I love you, but I'm sorry, I can't make tonight". The smile ultimately disappeared.

"Brian you promised". I whined.

"I know, I know I did, but we have this big case coming up, and if we win, it could do wonders for my reputation. Plus think of the overtime wages I'm going to get". He tried persuading me.

"We don't need the money Brian. I hardly see you anymore, there's always something else. We get married in two weeks, I've done most of the planning, because you're never around".

"I know and I'm sorry. I promise, we'll start spending more time together. I just need to get this case out of the way". He stood up and placed his hands on my waist, trying to give me his puppy eyes.

"If I remember correctly you said that the last time, AND the time before that. Don't you think that my career is important to me too, but I don't back out of the things you plan, because I've got a heavy workload. Maybe we should just call off the wedding until you can fit it into your agenda". I stood up and walked back around my desk.

"You're being irrational Connie". He told me, as if trying to convince me to agree with him.

"So wanting to spend time with my fiancé is being irrational is it. Look, I think you better go, I'm sure you have plenty of work to do on your big case". I got back to work and ignored him storming out of my office.

That was Brian, my future husband. We had met whilst at NYU, he was studying to be a lawyer, and I was doing journalism. I thought he was just an average guy, but for some reason, he kept 'popping in' to the coffee shop I worked in, sometimes, never even buying anything, just looking at the menu. Eventually he had bucked up the courage to talk to me, then a few days after that he'd asked me out for our first date. Well one thing led to another, and we started dating seriously and fell in love. He'd asked me to marry him nearly 2 years ago, back when he had just gotten his first job. His passion back then was admirable, he fought hard to get where he was now, but lately he seemed to be spending more and more time at the office, his passion for his job becoming more of an obsession. Every case he had, he had to win, if he lost it wouldn't do his reputation any good, but every time he won, it did wonders for it.

That evening, I left the office, a little later than usual. Well it wasn't as though I had anything better to do with my time, Brian wasn't exactly in a rush to get home. As expected, my apartment was empty. We still had our own apartments, though Brian stayed at mine every night, and I don't really know why he hadn't just moved in with me, but I had never really pushed the subject, as we were planning on buying house outside of the city once we were married.

I set my work down on the kitchen table, and checked my answer machine for messages. As usual, they were all from 'friends', you know the type where you only meet up every so often for dinner. Mainly they'd be linked with work one way or another, but you called them friends and kept in touch as though you'd known them your whole life. Most I had met through Brian, as the friends I did make at work, were proper friends, the ones I could depend on, talked and met up regularly. I began flipping through my mail, whilst vaguely listening to Melissa, one of Brian's work colleagues drone on, about how we should definitely meet up again soon. I headed to get changed, re-emerging moments later, still hearing Melissa go on and on about how much fun we'd had at dinner the other night. Deciding I had heard enough, I turned the machine off, and reached for the phone. I dialed the number I had memorized, and listened for the monotonous ringing. It rang and rang, and just as I was about to give up hope, I heard a click on the end of the line.

"Brian Litterall speaking". His voice deep and steady.

"Brian it's me, listen about earlier". I began, wanting to clear the air between us, but not exactly willing to apologize.

"Look, I haven't got time for another argument right now Connie". He almost snapped and I could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Ok, um, we'll talk about it when we get home". I told him. "What time will you be home"?

"I don't know, but I was planning on going back to mine, we need some time to ourselves, to cool off".

"Fine, yeah whatever". I said loosely, putting the phone down, before he had chance to reply.

I felt annoyed, with myself and with him. More with him, we'd had an argument, every couple does at some point, and here was I, wanting to talk about it, and sort it out, but he was wanting time to cool off. Cool off? I wasn't even hot. Well that was fine with me, if he wanted to go back to his place, then that was fine, but maybe the next night, when he wanted to come back to mine, maybe I might not want him to. It was during these thoughts, that there was a knock at the door. I got up, and opened the door, revealing my friend Nicky, her little girl Eve in her arms.

"Hey Connie, you couldn't do me the biggest favor could you? I know you've been working all day, and you probably want to spend some time with Brian, but I'm desperate". She had a habit of talking faster that comprehendible, but she'd been a close friend since college and I had long since learnt how to understand her even when she was talking at her fastest.

"Sure, what is it"? I asked.

"Could you watch Eve for me, David isn't home yet and works just called". She continued.

"No problem", I took Eve from her arms, and her baby bag, before watching Nicky dash down the corridor. She couldn't have gotten to the end before she turned round and shouted that David would be picking her up as soon as possible. "Look's like it's just you and me Eve". I closed the door, watching the toddlers cheerful expression, turn into a giggle.

I put the bag on the table, and headed to the living room, where I sat down with Eve on my knee and began playing incy wincy spider. She had a huge cackle on her when she laughed, and in turn that set me off. I must have been doing it for about 10 minutes, when there was another knock at the door.

"I bet that's daddy, come to pick you up". I said in a baby voice as we made our way to the door. "And I bet when mommy gets home, daddy's going to get a smacked bum". I said whilst opening the door. "Hi Dav"... I began, but quickly realized it wasn't David.

"Surprise".

My jaw dropped, and I stood there frozen with shock. I was that shocked, I nearly dropped poor Eve. When I had regained a little composure, I let out what should have been a scream, but came out more as a yelp, before diving into my visitors arms, crushing Eve between us. I was shaking like a leaf, and quickly stood to the side, allowing them to step into the apartment.

"I think you better let me take her"? And suddenly Eve had been removed from my arms, allowing me to continue shaking like a leaf.

"How? Why"? I babbled, trying and failing at regaining myself.

"Well, we kinda flew by plane, and we came to check out this fabulous fiancé of yours". I was told in answer to my question.

"I wished you'd have called, I'd have picked you up from the airport". I told them, leading the way to the sitting room, taking Eve back.

"What and miss the look on your face". They laughed.

"So, I'm taking a wild guess, so please correct me if I'm wrong, but she's not yours, right. I mean you haven't mentioned her before".

"I'm watching her for a friend". I told them.

It was so good to see my 3 closest friends. I hadn't seen them since Eden Hall, but we talked all the time, and I wasn't really surprised that they had come to check Brian out. About 5 minutes later, David came and took Eve, thanking me, and apologizing for having to leave Eve with me. After he had left, I went back in to my friends, who were sat awaiting to start a juicy conversation.

"So, where is he"? Julie asked.

"He's working late. He's got a big case coming up". I explained, though not going into the fact that they probably wouldn't get to meet him tonight, due to our argument.

"Well what time will he be home"? Julie continued probing.

"He isn't tonight, he's going back to his place". I said casually, trying to act as though him not coming back here, was the most natural thing in the world. I could see, them all thinking carefully, about any hidden meaning there might be.

We eventually all got talking, each of them, telling me what they had been up to, and what was happening. It felt great to be able to catch up in person. I was even more ecstatic when they told me, they were sticking around until after the wedding, of which all the ducks were invited to anyway.

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