Enrique
It was midnight and I was pacing in my office, my new office, the night before my wedding day. The weeks had flown by with the preparations, invitations and work. Rachel and I only saw eachother a few times and the moments we did we would spend talking and laughing. I desired to be with her intimately very much, but I could assume she was nervous about it. So I didn’t push. She would tell me when she was ready.
I was excited, very excited to get married. My heart was full of love for Rachel, yet the house felt too big. As if a part of me was still missing. I looked through my mail, no word from Celeste or Arthur yet. Had they even gotten my letter?
As if fate had planned it, I heard the front door open and close. In confusion I walked out and down the stairs wondering who would
