Frank laid there his mind a mixture of shock and pleasure. Olga was kissing him passionately! Suddenly after several seconds Olga seemed to come to her senses. She abruptly pushed herself up off of him and stood there staring down at a wide-eyed Frank Parker. Frank said the first word that popped into his mind.
"Wow!" he said. Olga immediately turned away her face turning as red as her hair. She ran into her bedroom and shut the door. Frank immediately started mentally kicking himself. He walked over to a full length mirror that hung on the wall.
"Parker," he said to himself, "you have a big mouth!"
"All you said was 'wow' how could that have caused a problem," he answered himself.
"If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be standing here talking to myself," he retorted at his reflection. Suddenly he heard a soft giggle behind him.
Frank whirled around to find that Olga was standing behind him in the doorway watching his discussion with himself.
"How long have you been there?" he asked as he sat down and picked up a book trying to act nonchalant.
"Long enough to hear you discussion with yourself," Olga answered smiling,
"Why do I feel as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date?" Olga thought she began to fidget nervously,
"Because," said the voice in her head, "you got to tell Frank that the night before the two of you wound, up married William proposed to you and you accepted!"
"Mr. Parker," Olga Started Frank looked up and when there eyes met Olga felt week in the knees again,
"What's on your mind," Frank asked they moved around the sofa and sat down on it.
"Mr. Parker," Olga began again, "there is really no easy way to say this so I just going to say it. The night before you and eye got married William and I got engaged."
"I see," said Frank calmly, "well this certainly complicates things doesn't it."
"You're a lot calmer about it than I thought you would be," said Olga Immediately regretting having said it.
"Look Olga," said Frank with a smile, "you don't have to worry about me, yes I am a little jealous, but as long as you're happy I'll be fine." Olga gave Frank a genuine tender smile and gently touched his cheek.
"Thank you," she said, "The wedding is Tuesday."
"What!" said Frank stopping dead in his tracks.
"William's not one for long engagements," said Olga, "so I'll be at the Wedding while you go to the courthouse and Annul our marriage. I can count on you to do that can't I," said Olga.
"Of course," said Frank, "I would never come between you and your chance to be happy, now let's eat."
"My kiss wasn't too bad was it," Olga blurted right out of the blue.
"Uh, d-don't w-worry Olga it was, F-fine." Stammered Frank he turned meaning to walk to the dinner table and promptly fell over the back of the sofa to land flat on his back."
"Your coordination just went out the window at the mere mention of it," quipped Olga with a grin, "that's better than fine!"
Olga stood in the middle of a lavish rehearsal dinner wearing an elegant white evening gown. To her surprise she found herself wondering were Frank was then she rolled her eyes he was probably using that money she had given him to get stoned. She and Frank had found a half a million dollars in cash stashed in Olga's brief case the one she had brought with her with there little jaunt into matrimony had begun. Apparently while she and Frank had been high on nitrous oxide they had done rather well in the casino. Olga had given the money to Frank figuring she wouldn't need it since she was marrying a millionaire anyway. Olga expression was tender.
"I hope he's alright." She thought then her expression became puzzled, "why am I so worried about him all of a sudden." Meanwhile on the other side of the room between the refreshment table and the window Donovan and Ramsey stood talking.
"Come on Donovan," said Ramsey, "you've lost the bet just give me the hundred bucks now."
"You're not getting one red cent from me until the preacher officially pronounces them tomorrow." Retorted Donovan
"You're being ridiculous," said Ramsey, "you bet me that Frank would win Olga's heart and you lost."
"And an old proverb says that a man who counts his chickens before they hatch is a scrambled egg." Retorted Donovan
"Fine," Said Ramsey, "We'll wait until its official tomorrow."
William walked up to Olga and kissed her,
"Is everything alright, dear?" he asked.
"Oh yes," said Olga, "I'm just a little tired,"
"Well," said William looking at his watch, "it is getting late perhaps we shout call it an evening we have a big day tomorrow." Olga smile a smile that she hoped didn't look too much like a forced smile.
Svetlana who was there to be Olga's maid of honor walked over to Donovan and Ramsey,
"I heard the two of you talking earlier," she said, "I know about your bet and I want in, I've got another hundred dollars that says that Frank's her man and William is toast."
"This is going to be the easiest two hundred I ever made," snickered Ramsey.
Olga was confused and tired by the time she finally walked through the door of her quarters. Slipping off her shoes she walked toward the door of the bedroom. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks there in the middle of the kitchen table was a beautiful black velvet box that was about 6" by 6" on top of hi was a little note with a white rose and a lavender ribbon tied around the whole works. Walking over to the table she untied the ribbon and after smelling the rose, she opened the box and let out a gasp inside was a beautiful teardrop diamond necklace. Olga sank into a chair holding the necklace as she read the note.
Dear Olga,
I thought that since we'll never celebrate our one year anniversary I could at least give you something for out three day anniversary. You are an incredible woman Olga and even though this whole thing was an accident being your husband has still been an incredible privilege. I'm not there to give these things to you in person because I didn't want to interfere with your wedding preparations. I know that I don't always say what you want to hear. I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.
I wish you the best in your new life
Eternally, Yours,
Frank B. Parker.
Olga let the letter fall on to the table as hot tears ran down her cheeks and her head sank into her hands. She never noticed the door behind her being closed.