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We enter through a set of double doors, opening into a massive space. Vaulted dark wood ceilings held up with large square dark wood columns. Large windows with a bright airy feeling giving the room warmth. Dark wood floors give the room sophistication. Holy crap, this isn’t a hotel; it’s a resort.
Evan walks up to the concierge to check in. I just stand in the center of this massive room taking it all in. “Hey, you hungry?” Evan asks.
“Starving,” I reply staring up at the ceiling.
“They’re having our bags brought to our suite. Let’s go eat.” He must have already asked where to go and leads me down the massive hallway. We wind up in the resort’s restaurant aptly named Sun Sun.
It’s crowded, even though it’s late. By the time we sit down, it’s a
lmost ten-thirty. We’re seated at a table that is practically on the beach. Sun Sun is an oceanfront restaurant, complete with swaying palm trees and warm tropical breezes.
A waiter brings over menus, and Evan orders a bottle of champagne. As we wait, I look over the menu. Perfect. I don’t want to eat anything too heavy, and this menu is loaded with seafood and salads. Evan won’t be happy. He’s more of a steak and potatoes guy. There is one steak on the menu, and I will bet the farm that’s what he’ll order.
The waiter comes back with the champagne and two strawberry rimmed glasses. I should have paid attention to what Evan ordered. It’s Korbel. Not a horrible champagne, but it’s not Cliquot. Chase would have ordered Cliquot.
Evan raises his glass. “To the best weekend of our lives. I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he says, and clinks his glass against mine. I smile, but something is off. I have a strange feeling. Maybe I’m still feeling funky from that death trap they called a plane.
The waiter comes back. I order the lobster sliders, and Evan orders the New York strip with roasted garlic and hand-cut fries. Shocker. I can’t eat a steak this late. I take a sip of my champagne. Ugh, I wish it was Cliquot. “So,” Evan inquires, “are you nervous?”
“No. Not really. It hasn’t hit me yet.”
“The weather is supposed to be perfect tomorrow. They say it won’t be as humid.” Right now, I have my hair up in a bun for fear that it will frizz, it’s so humid.
“I hope so. I don’t want to look like a poodle.” I check out the crowd of people enjoying the view. It’s a very romantic place, but I’m not feeling very romantic. I look over at Evan. He’s on his phone texting or something.
The waiter comes by with our dinner. My lobster roll looks delicious. Evan dives right in to his steak like he hasn’t eaten in days. “How’s your steak?” I ask, trying to start up some kind of conversation.
“Good,” he mumbles in between bites. Why does this feel so awkward? What happened to feeling comfortable? Maybe Evan’s nervous.
Toward the end of our meal, I start to fade. Between working all day, jumping on two different planes, and champagne, I’m done. “I’m tired. I need to go to bed,” I say mid-yawn.
“Okay. Let me pay and then we’ll go.” He calls the waiter over and asks for the check. I’m about to pass out on the table. I stand up, trying to keep myself awake. Evan pays the check and says, “Let’s go.” It’s too bad I’m so tired. It really is a beautiful view. I can sit here and look out at the water all day.
Evan leads me in the direction of our room. He takes out his room key and swipes it to open the door. “Ladies first,” he smiles.
I walk in to a huge suite. There is a spacious living room with a rectangular sofa bed and a separate dining area. As I walk through the living area to the back, I find a pair of doors that lead outside. I open them to a private lanai that overlooks the beach. Wow. I wander outside to check out the view.
A king sized bed sits in the middle of the vast bedroom. My bag is off to the side on a chair, and my dress is hanging in the closet. I find my toiletries bag and take out my facial cleanser, toothbrush and toothpaste. I head for the oversized bathroom and go through my routine. When I come out, Evan is in the bed with a let’s-get-it-on look. Oh, no.
“I’m not supposed to see you until I walk down the aisle,” I hedge.
“C’mon, Liv. I miss you.”
“I don’t want or need any bad luck tomorrow. I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
“No, I’ll go,” he mutters and stalks off, stopping only to place a soft kiss on my cheek. “I guess I can wait one more day.”
After putting on a pair of sweats and t-shirt, I crawl into bed and fall into a restless sleep.
I wake up, and it’s still dark. In a daze, I look over at the clock. It reads three thirty A.M. I’m exhausted but can’t sleep. I figure the sound of the ocean may put me at ease. I notice Evan isn’t on the couch, and the doors to the lanai are ajar. I head outside to see if he’s on the beach.
There standing on the beach is a silhouette of a man staring out over the water. I call out to him. “Evan, what are you doing out here by yourself?”
“Hello, beautiful,” a familiar voice echoes through the darkness. Chase? Holy crap, how did he get here?
“Chase, is that you?” I say in shock.
“Why are you marrying him? You don’t love him, you love me.” He talks to the crashing waves. All I see is a shadow.
