Chapter Four
During work, I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was on wedding plans and getting everything together. I had to make sure everything was a definite, especially guests, all 1,400 of them.
I wasn’t paying attention during the meeting, just nodding and agreeing with whatever. Someone could have asked me if I planned to sabotage the company and I would have agreed. I wasn’t the only one who was having problems at the moment.
"Delilah!" Called out my boss, Jane.
I snapped my head up and looked at everyone looking at me. "Yeah?"
"You think it's a good idea?"
"Sure…" I nodded, starting to blush from embarrassment.
"Milan?"
"Who? Oh! What about it?"
"You're going."
"Now?" I asked. The whole room laughed lightly.
"No, after your honeymoon and everything, you'll go. Two months? March."
"I have to go?" I asked.
"Do you not want to go? Delilah, if you decide not to go, this will jeopardize your career greatly. Most people don’t turn down these opportunities."
"I didn’t say I'd turn it down. I'm just thinking about a lot of things now. I have no idea where my life is gonna be in two months." I defended myself, embarrassed to get called out in front of all my co-workers.
"I know where it'll be." Jane answered with her hands on her hips, now standing out of her chair. "Milan."
"I'll go. How long?"
"Two months. We're launching your summer line there. That's what this whole meeting is about. Congratulations. Pay attention next time." My face was on fire from embarrassment. I sunk low into the leather chair. I was going to cry again. I should be happy. Well, if I even knew what was going on. "You can all go back to work. Delilah, we'll talk soon."
I got out of the chair and ran to my office as fast as I could. I locked the door and bawled for the second time today. I was happy about going to Milan, but not happy about the potential to ruin my soon to be marriage…that is if we make it to the altar.
"Delilah?"
I wiped my face of tears. "What." I replied groggily into the phone.
"You have a visitor." Informed the secretary.
"Is it important?"
"Well, in your case, I guess so." She said.
"Send them in."
I made myself look as neat as I possibly could with the ten seconds I had before my guest got to the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially now. The knock on the door signaled time was up. I smoothed out my clothes and answered the door.
Aaron stood before me with a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm done crying and fighting, Aaron."
He came in the office and closed the door behind him. He kissed me and held me tight. "It doesn’t look like you're done with the crying part."
I laughed into the crook of his neck. "I know, I know. Oh! I have news for you."
He pulled away form the embrace. "What?"
"We're going to Milan!"
"Italy?"
I nodded.
"When?"
"A few weeks after the wedding, March." I tried to be excited about it as possible.
"Delilah, I can't."
