sway of
my body.
“He’ll get over it.”
I spent the rest of the night by Natalie’s side.
After a few failed attempts to dance with her again, Egan finally gave up and
found one of Miranda’s friends to hook up with. As the wedding ended, we split
up, Natalie going with her mom in a town car back to their hotel. I piled into
a limo with Dante, Joey D., Paulie, Anthony and Dante’s brother, Johnny. They
tried to get me to go to a strip club, but I wasn’t feeling it and had the limo
driver drop me off at home. I needed to get ready for the next day and my
proposal for Natalie.
Of course sleep didn’t come even though I was pretty
drunk. Thoughts of how to approach Natalie and how she would respond kept me
awake. As the sky began to lighten in the East, brightening my bedroom, I went
to make some coffee. I’d have my answer in a few hours.
Chapter
11
Natalie
After trying on a fifth outfit, I was tempted to
call Chelsea and wake her up. She always knew what looked best on me and put
together stellar ensembles. As I stared at the piles of clothes on my bed, I
hated everything. Being hungover didn’t help with the decision making either. I
just wanted to fall onto the bed and go back to sleep.
It’s just Dom and it’s not a date, I reminded
myself, pissed that I was allowing myself to get worked up. Out of desperation,
I did the unthinkable.
“Mom!” I called. “Can you help me?”
She was in the doorway to my room within seconds.
“What do you need?”
“What does one wear to brunch?” I held up jeans
in one hand and pale green sundress in the other.
She smiled at me and entered my room, crossing over
to the bed and looking at all of the options.
“Definitely the dress, that’s a gorgeous color on
you and wear this over it since it’s a little chilly outside.” She handed me a
cropped denim jacket. Actually, paired together, it was a cute outfit.
“Shoes?” I asked next, pulling out the suitcase
Chelsea had packed completely dedicated to footwear. The red stilettos she had
insisted I take were still tucked away unused.
My mom’s eyebrows went up when she saw the selection
to choose from. “Wow, I need to go shopping with you. These are adorable!” She
pulled out beige suede slides that had a pattern cut out of the leather. These
would offset the green nicely. Oh, and wear your hair down.”
I had to hand it to her, she had a good eye.
“Thanks, Mom!”
“Any time. I like this girly stuff. It’s a shame
we didn’t do this when you were growing up.”
I could only imagine the horror show that would have
been. Pre-therapy mom and her criticism would have had me curled up in a ball
in the corner of the dressing room.
She left my room and I finished getting ready,
taking her advice by leaving my hair down. Minutes later I heard a knock on the
front door to our suite. The sound of Dom’s voice when he was talking to my mom
made my palms grow damp. I knew he wanted to talk about “us”, but the way he
left things the other day by alluding to something serious had my nerves on
edge.
Grabbing my bag, I walked out to meet him. He smiled
when he saw me, flashing his dimples. Dom was casually dressed in dark jeans
that hung low on his hips and a black t-shirt. Part of his tattoo trailed out
from below the sleeve on his right arm. He hadn’t bothered to shave and a dark
shadow of stubble covered his cheeks and chin. His eyes were slightly puffy,
which made me wonder if he had a hangover too.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yup,” I turned to my mom. “See you later and
thanks for your help.”
“No need to thank me. Now go, have fun. I’m going
to relax, my body hurts from all of that dancing last night.”
Dom and I walked side by side down the hallway in
silence. He had a pensive expression on his face, making me think he was just
as nervous as me, which did nothing to quell my nerves. Fortunately the
ibuprofen and coffee were
my body.
“He’ll get over it.”
I spent the rest of the night by Natalie’s side.
After a few failed attempts to dance with her again, Egan finally gave up and
found one of Miranda’s friends to hook up with. As the wedding ended, we split
up, Natalie going with her mom in a town car back to their hotel. I piled into
a limo with Dante, Joey D., Paulie, Anthony and Dante’s brother, Johnny. They
tried to get me to go to a strip club, but I wasn’t feeling it and had the limo
driver drop me off at home. I needed to get ready for the next day and my
proposal for Natalie.
Of course sleep didn’t come even though I was pretty
drunk. Thoughts of how to approach Natalie and how she would respond kept me
awake. As the sky began to lighten in the East, brightening my bedroom, I went
to make some coffee. I’d have my answer in a few hours.
Chapter
11
Natalie
After trying on a fifth outfit, I was tempted to
call Chelsea and wake her up. She always knew what looked best on me and put
together stellar ensembles. As I stared at the piles of clothes on my bed, I
hated everything. Being hungover didn’t help with the decision making either. I
just wanted to fall onto the bed and go back to sleep.
It’s just Dom and it’s not a date, I reminded
myself, pissed that I was allowing myself to get worked up. Out of desperation,
I did the unthinkable.
“Mom!” I called. “Can you help me?”
She was in the doorway to my room within seconds.
“What do you need?”
“What does one wear to brunch?” I held up jeans
in one hand and pale green sundress in the other.
She smiled at me and entered my room, crossing over
to the bed and looking at all of the options.
“Definitely the dress, that’s a gorgeous color on
you and wear this over it since it’s a little chilly outside.” She handed me a
cropped denim jacket. Actually, paired together, it was a cute outfit.
“Shoes?” I asked next, pulling out the suitcase
Chelsea had packed completely dedicated to footwear. The red stilettos she had
insisted I take were still tucked away unused.
My mom’s eyebrows went up when she saw the selection
to choose from. “Wow, I need to go shopping with you. These are adorable!” She
pulled out beige suede slides that had a pattern cut out of the leather. These
would offset the green nicely. Oh, and wear your hair down.”
I had to hand it to her, she had a good eye.
“Thanks, Mom!”
“Any time. I like this girly stuff. It’s a shame
we didn’t do this when you were growing up.”
I could only imagine the horror show that would have
been. Pre-therapy mom and her criticism would have had me curled up in a ball
in the corner of the dressing room.
She left my room and I finished getting ready,
taking her advice by leaving my hair down. Minutes later I heard a knock on the
front door to our suite. The sound of Dom’s voice when he was talking to my mom
made my palms grow damp. I knew he wanted to talk about “us”, but the way he
left things the other day by alluding to something serious had my nerves on
edge.
Grabbing my bag, I walked out to meet him. He smiled
when he saw me, flashing his dimples. Dom was casually dressed in dark jeans
that hung low on his hips and a black t-shirt. Part of his tattoo trailed out
from below the sleeve on his right arm. He hadn’t bothered to shave and a dark
shadow of stubble covered his cheeks and chin. His eyes were slightly puffy,
which made me wonder if he had a hangover too.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yup,” I turned to my mom. “See you later and
thanks for your help.”
“No need to thank me. Now go, have fun. I’m going
to relax, my body hurts from all of that dancing last night.”
Dom and I walked side by side down the hallway in
silence. He had a pensive expression on his face, making me think he was just
as nervous as me, which did nothing to quell my nerves. Fortunately the
ibuprofen and coffee were
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