Part 5
Connie's heart sank. Sam seeing the disappointment etched across every part of her face, she forced a small smile. Feeling her body sink into the chair. She couldn't blame him, how could she. For finding someone new to share his life with. Afterall four years was a long time.
'Well, congratulations!' Michael perked up, cheerfully. As Joseph nodded in agreement.
'Yep, Sam very happy for you' Joseph smiled at his old friend.
The woman sat in front, gave eye contact. 'Yes, congratulations Sam, you deserve this..' She let a the small smile hinder across her face a little wider before standing Grace up and walking over to him. Planting a small kiss on his cheek, she breathed in the strong musky smell of his aftershave. Stepping back, she felt tears once again form in her eyes. Turning on her one heel she headed for the toilets.
Michael and Joseph looked at each other. Sam continued with his speech, holding Grace once again in his arms. 'The wedding will take place tomorrow evening, a dress rehearsal will commence later, hence the suit, ..listen I know this announcement may be a bit out of the blue, but believe me, this wedding has been months in the planning, for me and Georgie, its important, for me, and ultimately to have close friends, and my daughter here'
'Ahh, Sam don't do this to me! You'll set me off' Michael wiped the corner of his eye swiftly. Standing up he patted Sam on the back. 'Well done fella!'
Connie could still here him, as she made her way to the toilets. His voice coming more incoherent , with every step she took. Why? why was she crying? was she crying for him or herself?. Was seeing him again just to overwhelming for her? Was jealously a key factor in all this? She really didn't know. Questions so many questions.
Standing by the mirror, once in the toilet she wiped her eyes with a paper towel, it was rough against her skin. She had to gain composer, for him, if not for anyone else, leaning over the sink she exhaled, she still being able to smell his scent. Oh it smelt so good. Hearing the door click, she wiped her eyes quickly.
'You okay there?' The strong female American accent cut Connie from her ever wondering thoughts. Turing the woman beside her. She gave her a brief smile. Long auburn hair covered this girls shoulders. A crisp, white suit covered her body. Her make-up light and discreet, showing no sign off imperfections. Jaw line soft and round, her bony facial features, were surely every woman dreamed off. Big blue eyes, looking as though she had a thousand stories to tell behind them. Her skin radiant and glowing.
'Fine' Connie replied after scanning the woman in front.
'Bad day at the office?' Another question. Could she take anymore. Beside the thousands running through her head.
'You could say that…' She trailed off.
'Ahh we all have those, your not from over here are you?' She quizzed as If only just picking up on the accent. This woman did ask a lot of questions. American tradition maybe?
Connie shook her head. 'London, England'
'Great, only been once, looks a great place' Smiling in the mirror at herself she turned around. 'I'm Georgie by the way, nice to meet you' Offering a hand Connie took it, a friendly handshake. 'Gotta dash, babe duty calls!' Giving Connie a warm smile she left the toilets.
Connie sighed deeply. Not being able to comprehend all that she just had done.