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Now, I do have a screen protector.
Because Brogan bought it for me.
Because he thought enough of me to not only fix the screen but to go a step further. It’s a little, practical thing, but it meant so much more than him slapping down his credit card and announcing I could buy a fancy ring.
It just…
I thought it meant something.
Something.
I’m not asking for much.
I don’t want to fall in love with my husband, but can’t we at least be friends?
With a sigh, I roll over to my other side. Tuck my arm under my head. Try to get comfortable beneath the sheets.
I’m being ridiculous.
I barely know this man, now all of a sudden I care what he thinks about me and crave a relationship?
“Get yourself together, Liz,” I murmur to the darkness.
It’s just the romance of the wedding. The social conditioning attached with what a marriage should be and look like.
The truth is… nothing’s changed now that we’ve signed the papers.
We’re still the same people.
We live the same lives.
We’re just… a documented couple for the government to file away.
I sigh.
Set the phone down.
Squeeze my eyes shut.
My thoughts are driving me crazy.
I need sleep.
Hopefully everything will make sense in the morning.
The next day, I get up. Shower. Lotion my ashy brown skin. My hair is in desperate need of moisture, but I’m too lazy to deep condition, so I just spray some water and let it rock the frizzy afro it wants to.
Brogan and I are meeting for the cake tasting around one o’clock, so I spend a good half-hour trying on different outfits before I settle on one—a long-sleeved white blouse and a pair of pink, wide-bottom pants.
It’s simple. Chic. Feminine.
After slipping on my pink, triangle-toed pumps and a light summer jacket, I’m ready to head out the door.
On the drive to work, I debate calling Brogan.
Just to remind him about our meeting.
I hold myself back. He already promised he’d be there and I don’t want to seem overbearing.
