When I woke up the next morning, he was already up. He was sitting there looking rather worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Oompa 70 informed me that my suit isn't done yet. I don't have anything to wear now! What am I going to do?"

"Just calm down… here." I went over to my closet and took out a bag. I handed it to him and he held it as if he were afraid of it.

"What is it?"

"Just open it; I think you will like it."

He opened it up and looked inside. His jaw dropped as he peered inside, and I had to smile. "What the…" he slowly removed the jacket from the bag and looked at it carefully. "Wow. Why didn't oompa 70 tell me?"

"She didn't make it. I wanted to try to make something, and I watched her a lot. I thought I could make you an outfit for the wedding, but then you told oompa 70 to make it for you. I wanted to surprise you but I couldn't."

"You made this for me? I can't believe it. Thank you!"

"You are certainly welcome."

All of a sudden, I heard one of the female oompas outside. "Your dress Miss Wonka."

"No, no! Not yet, Mr. Wonka is still here. Wait until he leaves, he can't see it."

"Yes Miss Wonka."

"Well, I had better go now. You need to get ready. Not that you have to, because you are already pretty enough."

"Stop it! You're going to make me keep you here."

He smiled and went over to the door but then turned back around to face me. "I'll see you at the altar."

"Yes, you will."

He then walked out the door with his suit, and I could barely hear him talking about how good it was. It made me feel really good; my fiancé would wear the suit I made him at my wedding.

"You can bring it in now!"

"Oh, Miss Wonka, you are going to look so beautiful!"