They had wine and conversation and both were surprised when her clock chimed eleven o’clock. The time had drifted quickly and very comfortably too. After they cleared the table of the dishes, Julie made some tea, she knew he preferred tea to coffee, it was all so familiar between them. They sat in the living room now and that is when Julie remembered the flowers and the card she didn’t read yet. Walking over to the flowers he watched her again. ‘Nick, do you have the card?’ She inquired of him. Still seeing that grin and feeling a very quick tension grown in her stomach. ‘Well, Julie, there is no card actually.’ His grin turned to a smile. Now she was more than curious, she was baffled. ‘Well, I’ll call Peter in the morning and ask him, so I can thank someone for their kindness. Its just beautiful.’ Saying this as she turned to take in the scent of the bouquet. ‘Julie, there is no card.’ This time he said it with a tone that meant he knew just what he was saying. ‘I don’t understand. I told her about Tammy and the nailpolish and what she'd be wearing. Mother complemented me on my selectionof clothing for the day. Maybe I am a priss. I started crying forwhatever reason, I don't know why. Maybe the pressure was just too great.I slept well so I wasn't tired. I really didn't feel over pressured. It'snot like I had to plan the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding was prettymuch all set. All I had to do now was attend the rehearsal dinner, eatdinner with Richard and the whole wedding party. I knew all the girlsalready. Then the wedding on Saturday and the only difficult part aboutthat was going to be wearing a corset for nine hours. What was wrong withme? Michelle called a few minutes later and asked why I left so early. Itold her I wasn't feeling well and just thought it best to get away for awhile. She understood and told me she was nervous as well. I told hereverything was okay and not to worry and that I had a wonderful time ather bridal shower. She laughed a little.
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