Note: Set for Friday, May 27, 2011.
“Well, what did you think?” Colin asked Megan as they waited for the hotel’s valet to bring his car around.
“Pricey,” Megan shrugged.
“I didn’t ask you about price,” Colin said. “What do you think—regardless of price?”
They were looking at reception venues for the wedding—Megan had taken the morning off for the express purpose of driving them around the city to a few different hotels.
“The smaller ballroom was the perfect size,” Megan admitted, “And the color scheme goes with the bridesmaid dresses…” She still couldn’t believe that she
, Megan Wheeler, was getting sentimental about wedding colors.
“Then we’ll do it,” Colin said as the car arrived. Megan got into the driver’s seat. It was Colin’s car, but she knew the city better (it was like driving Logan around all day for work, except the view was better).
“If you’re sure.” She felt wary spending so much money on just one day, but he’d been insistent through the whole process, telling her he wanted her to have the best.“I have the best,” she told him one night, not long after she’d started sifting through bridal magazines. “I don’t need expensive anything…I have you.”
He knew that money didn’t matter to her – especially after what her father had done to her family because of it –but it was his way of showing he cared—and that things could be different—so she let him.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he said, buckling his seatbelt.
“All right,” she couldn’t help smiling.
Megan was about to take the car out of “park” and head out, when a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of them—like a roadblock
, was Megan’s first thought. ( Read More...Collapse )