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“Me too, my prince, you’re my bliss.”
“We have so many things to do, gorgeous,” he continues. “I want our wedding to be perfect, but you already know I suck at planning parties, weddings and events. Michael has always been in charge of those things.”
“Ah, yes,” I’m struck with reality. We have that matter to resolved as well. “Look, Avi, Michael is a huge part of you and your life. I’d never want you two to grow apart. But with everything that had happened between us, it seems like that’s all been ruined,” I become saddened.
“Do you know how revenge is best served?” he laughs.
“How?” I ask surprised.
“Cold! I have an idea,” he continues, enthusiastically, “I’ll call him and tell him we’re getting married and need his help in planning the wedding.”
“Are you crazy?” I ask angrily. “I’ll have to spend every day with him, I don’t really want to see him right now. Everything’s still pretty fresh,” I say defensively.
“It’s all right, gorgeous. We organize it together,” he pacifies me. “You’ll get over it only once you face it,” he insists. “Remember? That was your suggestion,” he teases me. “Listen, he’s the only one who can plan this production, trust me. You and I lack the patience for it.”
“As far as I’m concerned, we can just get married at the city hall,” I explain. “After all, I’ve already been married twice. I’ve had the big weddings, beautiful dresses and fancy parties. I really don’t care about those things anymore. What matters to me is the meaning behind the vows we’ll take.”
“I completely agree with you, I don’t care for grandiose weddings, either. Personally, I think that our marriage ceremony should be an intimate moment with the people closest to us. Nonetheless, I’m obligated to throw a big wedding for my mother’s sake, as well as in your honor. I want everyone to witness and comprehend just how important you are to me.”
“Okay, my prince, do whatever you think is right,” I head to the shower to find some comfort in the warm water and fragrant soap.
“I’ve spoken to Michael,” he tells me as I return to the room. “He’ll be here in a week,” Avi smiles. “Let the festivities begin.”
Whatever, I think to myself. I’m willing to rip the band-aid off and resolve all the painful memories, once and for all.
“Avi, don’t forget that we need to talk to Matthew, too,” I briskly curb his enthusiasm.
“So let’s call him together,” he encourages me.
“Let’s,” I agree and dial.
“Hey, Matthew, how are you?”
“Fine,” he replies curtly.
“I need to talk to you, tell you about some changes. Can I meet you at the café next to our house?”
“Some people work for a living, you know? I can’t just meet up whenever you feel like it!”
“It’s important.”
“Can you be there in two hours?”
“Yes,” I conclude, “see you there, thanks.”
“He seems upset,” I tell Avi.
“How could he not, gorgeous? Don’t you think he realizes what he’s lost and where things are headed between us? He knows you’re a woman to adore. No one in their right mind would ever just give you up.”
“You’re not very objective, are you?” I laugh. “I only hope that you’ll be saying those things years from now. You’d better!” I add in a whisper.
“You’re kinda scary. You know that, right?” He bites my lip and guffaws. “Let’s go.”
When we enter the café, we find Matthew sitting alone at a table, withdrawn, and pensive. My heart goes out to him.
Avi approaches him, takes a seat and I follow.
“Matthew, how are you?”
