Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Going over to my closet to get dressed, I stare at my clothes. “What does one wear when they are getting married?” I ask myself as I go through the hangers in my closet. “Should I do floral?” I look at the floral dresses I have. “I’m going to do….” I go on, walking over to the white pants I have, sliding them on. They sit tight on the hips but then flare off all the way down to the floor. I walk over to the drawer, taking out a lilac lace bra before my hand grabs the lilac silk top that is classy and elegant. If we take pictures, it will look great. I put one arm in and then the other, before I crisscross the front and fasten the buttons on the side and knotting the sash on the side. Turning I grab a pair of white high-heeled sandals before I walk out and to the bathroom.
I try to cover the puffiness in my eyes as much as I can. My hair also has a mind of its own, so again, I wear it pinned away from my face. Instead of a ponytail, I decide to wear it in a bun at the nape of my neck. I’m putting in the last bobby pin when my phone rings from my bedroom.
I snatch it up from the side table when I see it’s Levi. “Hello, dear,” I answer, pretending I’m happy.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he says to me. “Are you bringing a bag?”
“No.” I walk out of the room with the shoes in my hands. “Why would I bring a bag? We are in and out.”
“I don’t know how these things work. I brought an in-case bag.”
“Ugh.” I put my head back. “Should I bring an in-case bag?”
“I would,” he advises. “Be there in ten.”
“Goodbye.” I hang up, dropping the shoes on the stairs and rushing back to my bedroom. Pulling the stool out of the corner of the room, I grab my carry-on bag. I throw in a couple of outfits that would look good in pictures, before rushing to the bathroom and taking out my makeup bag. Shoving a bunch of shit into it, I toss it in the carry-on bag along with a pair of flat shoes.
In five minutes, I’m ready again, this time with an in-case bag. Dumping the bag on the stairs, I sit down and slide my feet into the white, high-heeled sandals and tie them around my ankle. I walk back to the kitchen, where I take out two to-go cups and fill them with coffee and milk. I’m slipping the covers on when the front door opens, and Levi steps in. He doesn’t even see me in the kitchen; instead, he shouts my name up the stairs, “Eva!”
“In here,” I call to the doorway where he stands. His eyes look from the stairs to me. “I made you coffee,” I say, holding up the to-go mugs. “See, I’m already starting with my wife duties.” I smile at him as he laughs at my joke.
“Where is your bag?” he asks, and I motion with my chin toward the bag on the steps.
“See, you are also starting with your husband duties.” I wink at him and all he does is shake his head.
“After you,” he mumbles and I walk out of the front door, hearing it slam shut after him.
“I see we are still grouchy,” I observe as I walk toward the car. “You could have taken care of the problem yourself.” I juggle the cups in my hand, opening the door and getting into the car. I place the cups in the cupholder before I buckle my seat belt.
He gets in and starts the car. “Are you nervous?” I ask as he pulls out of the driveway.
“Not really,” he replies, looking over at me. “You?” His hair looks like he ran his hand through it a million times.
“Yes,” I answer him honestly. “I spent all night thinking of things.”
“So, no Juan?” He snickers, grabbing one of the cups of coffee.
“Good one.” I grab my own cup as he makes his way to the airport.
“Who has to-go cups in their house?” He looks over at me as he takes a sip of the coffee.
“A good wife does.” I try to hide my smile, but when he glares at me, I can’t help but chuckle.
We get checked in and I’m not shocked at all when he upgrades us to first class. “It’s a one-hour flight,” I mention to him as we walk away from the girl. “You go up and you come down.” I motion with my hand.
“You know what else goes up and comes down?” he says as we walk toward security.
“You mean your little friend?” I tilt my head to the side.