LOGIN"Wanna give one a go?" I suggest to her with a small grin."Might be a bit premature, don't think Max is the marriage type quiet yet" She responds with a quiet giggle, then catches herself as we all stop and gape at her. She hasn't mentioned Max in that context in a very long time. Behind Poppy, Fra
"It's stunning sweetheart, absolutely stunning" My mum comments excitedly as I allow my hands to rest at my sides, my reflection making my heart race quickly. I'm wearing a wedding dress. Maybe not the wedding dress, but a wedding dress none the less. It all seems insane to think that I had spent th
Fran, Bianca and now Sarah are at the racks, perhaps browsing for me or for Fran, who recently moved to London and is flat hunting with her boyfriend Zayn."They have wedding dresses at charity shops? I can't tell if that's bleak or romantic" Poppy comments quietly to me as I sit down beside her."
"You are referred to as exactly what you are, a man, while I am referred to as my relationship to you, a wife. Like the only identifiable thing about me is that now I am your wife but you still get to be a man in your own right" I explain. It's something that's always irked me while watching TV show
"You forget we had sex in a bookstore?" Rhode leans in close and murmurs to me, heat rising on my cheeks instantly. One of my wilder moments I would say."Did not forget that, but I'd rather not have to explain that story to, well anyone" I say with an embarrassed giggle. I definitely told at least
"Please, take it" He states in a soft tone that makes butterflies flit around my stomach. "When?" He adds with a little more urgency."How about, before the years end?" I suggest. It's early October now so going into the colder England months, it's not exactly going to be extraordinary weather but t
"That's beautiful, really beautiful" he remarks as his eyes finally lift up from the photo. "Does she still like to read?" His words a barely above a whisper. "She's constantly reading" I confirm. I love that about Amelia, she's always in the middle of a book and won't stop talking about a book on
"Business? I always thought she'd do something more artistic. She used to love to paint, and the girl always had her nose in a book. I used to scour the local bookstore to try and find her name, thinking that she'd for sure become a writer. That or some kind of doctor, she was always far too clever
"I saw a picture of the two of you in the newspaper and I couldn't believe my eyes...my little girl after all these years....Is she here? Can I see her?" He asks frantically peering around me as he carefully tucks the photo back into a weathered brown wallet. "No" I reply curtly. Thank fuck Amelia'
The man reappears from the back curtain with an old black guitar case and starts pushing some buttons on the cash register, the kind that makes a clicking rattling sound every time it's touched. I swipe my card and take the case from him, walking out hand in hand with my girl and my new Fender. "Wh







