My Journal, Tuesday, 22nd December, 10:00am, My Apartment, on the couch pigging out

I didn't sleep so well yesterday night. I was too excited and elated I couldn't get to sleep. I tried. I really did. I just laid in bed envisioning my wedding day. I imagined a white wedding. I saw myself in a white wedding gown, no dress with a long trail. The dress will be simple, it will be strapless, it's bodice will be sparkle with jewels. The dress won't be puffy. It will hang off my waist. Nice and simple. I see Michael in a white ensemble looking dazzlingly handsome. All the pulpits are covered with white orchids and lined with white velvet. The wedding guests will only be close friends and relatives, no distant cousins or nephews or whatever. My bridesmaids will be Lilly (bestfriend and grooms sister), Tina (close friend) and Anna (college friend, must get in touch). They will where an elegant white gowns tinged with purple. They all will have white orchids in their hair and I will have white orchids in my bouquet….

I sighed, I was getting to worked up about this. We haven't even set a wedding date! Well I heard if you imagine things like this and wishing with all your might that it will happen, it won't. That got me worried.

So instead I decided to plan my day. I decided to go to The Loft to visit everyone and tell them about my news. Somehow over the phone just doesn't seem… right.

This morning I decided to wake up extra early. Partly because it was a 30 minute drive and I had to catch Mum before she went off to the studio. She was supposedly very busy with the gallery and preparing an exhibition. Isn't nice? Mum getting her own exhibit. She has made quite a name of herself these past few years.

Anyway, 30 minutes later I got there. I arrived just as Mum pushed open the door to leave. She was absolutely frightened when I just showed up in front of the door like that, she said.

"Sorry about that Mum," I apologized. I felt sort of awful since she was lugging her many art supplies out the door and I could imagine they are quite heavy.

"What is it Mia?" she asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Mum, I need to talk to you, to everyone," I said, trying to be serious.

Mum's eyes widened in alarm, "Are you sick?" she asked with concern.

"What?" I asked, not having the faintest idea what she was talking about, "No, no!" I laughed.

"Thank god!" she said with relief. I was very touched by her concern. "Come in," she said stepping aside letting me in.

I stepped into The Loft, very familiar and homey. Well I have been living here all my childhood. It has changed little since I moved out. Well there are some of her award winning paintings on the wall. These paintings mainly features and very special fat cat. I smiled and made my way to the living room and found my little brother Rocky playing a video game.

"Hey Rockster!" I made myself to the couch.

"Hi Mia," Rocky replied in a bored voice.

"What are you playing?"

"Oh, Ninyas meets Zombie warriors number 1" he replied with emphasis on 1. He's been begging mum for number 2 but she wouldn't let him buy it.

I ruffled his curly brown hair, in which he protested angrily and swatted my hand away. He's a feisty boy even if he's only 9. He is also very smart, must have inherited is dad's brains.

"Hey Mia," Mr. G suddenly appeared in the hallway still in his boxing shorts. He greeted me groggily.

"Hey Mr. G" He sat himself next to me.

"Oh Rocky put that game away, do you know what time it is?" He scorned Rocky clearly disapproving of Rocky playing a video game at this time of day.

Mr. G and I talked for a while. He asked me about my job and I asked him about his. We also discussed Rocky, he was not pleased. We also discussed Mum's recent success and both agreed that we are very happy about for her. Just then, Fat Louie came strutting in and plopped himself on my lap. I guess he missed me and I've been missing him too. I was very devastated to leave him at The Loft because my apartment didn't allow pets. I had to choose between living closer to Michael or living in The Loft with Fat Louie. I chose Michael. Fat Louie hasn't really forgiven me but he still likes me.

Mum then appeared and she'd made coffee for us.

"What is it wanted to talk about?" Mum asked me.

I put my coffee mug down, looked them all in the eyes, even Rocky and said, "I'm engaged!"

Mum screamed in delight. You can tell she was very happy. Mr. G shook my hand, congratulated me, and told me 'he' is a good boy. No doubt 'he' was Michael. Mum squealed even more. Rocky just went back to his game. Mum started squealing and gave me an enormous hug. She was crying which made me want to cry too.

Mr. G politely excused himself saying he needed to find some pants and left us while we had our girl talk. Rocky turned the volume of his game even louder, I guess he didn't want to hear or see his mum and his sister acting like… girls.

Mum started to ask all these questions, have you set a wedding date? What sort of wedding were you planning? Should we tell Grandmere? I smiled and answered all her questions.

"Where's the ring?" she asked eagerly and I showed her. It was the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. It was a gold band with clusters of delicate little diamonds on it forming flowers. Inside 2 words were engraved beautifully and delicately, For You.

"How could he afford it?" Mum asked, her voice filled with awe. I explained it was a family heirloom handed down to sons when they propose to their lovers. It was his grand father's.

Mum started squealing again. We were jumping up and down like little kids. Then she realised she was very late and needed to dash.

"We will talk about this tonight," she promised hauling her art supplies into her trunk and that was the end of that.

Now it's just Mr. Tub of Icecream, Baywatch and me. I need to psyche myself up for this afternoon when I break the news to Grandmere.

OH NO!