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smiles step aside to let Vadim through. He plunges his gray eyes into mine and grabs my hand gently. I panic. In his eyes, I see that fragile look he sometimes gets, very rarely, and only with me. There in front of about one hundred guests, he seems ready to bare his soul. I don’t understand. Or I don’t want to understand. Very slowly, with his eyes glued to me, my lover leans forward and puts a knee on the ground. I understand. But I don’t fully comprehend. The balcony seems to come out from under my feet. I hang onto the soft, manly hand that is holding me up.
"Alma… I think I knew it the first day I saw you. Twelve years ago in a little classroom at film school. You were my total opposite. You didn’t dare look at me, and that’s all I did. The first time we talked, we spent an hour yelling at each other. That day, I said to myself that you were the most beautiful person I had ever met and that I could spend my life doing just those two things: looking at you and fighting with you.
Laughing in the audience.
Tears in my eyes.
"I love you. I feel like I have always loved you. And I’m sure that I will never be able to stop. So I’m not going to ask you the question because you know that I do what I want anyway, because there’s only one answer for me and because, basically, you have no choice. I can’t live without you and I can’t imagine losing you a second time. Alma Lancaster, marry me."
Vadim takes a little black box out of his inner jacket pocket, opens it and hands it to me, trembling. Inside is a thin band in white gold mounted with the purest, brightest diamond I have ever seen. The letters that are still burning reflect in its thousand facets. I still haven’t said anything, paralyzed by the burning love that is overwhelming me, wrapping itself around me, slipping under my skin, into my veins.
"Now’s when you’re supposed to say yes!" he whispers to me, getting back his grin and that sassy look that I love so much.
"Yes, Vadim Arcadi. Yes, Vadim King. YES!"
Applause, shouts of joy, whistling.
I let my tears of happiness flow. Vadim slips the precious ring onto my left ring finger and throws himself at me. He lifts me up off the ground and spins me around in his arms. His lips welded to mine. Our hearts one against the other. You + Me soon united for eternity.
6. 28 days
Mrs. King…
Alma Lucie Margaret King…
Sounds nice, doesn’t it?
In less than a month, Vadim and I will be united…
Butterflies. Tingling. Goosebumps. Idiotic smile.
28 days. 672 hours. 40,320 minutes. Inhale. Exhale.
"Alma, Clarence’s replacement is screwing one thing up after another: the screening room has been double-booked, so there's no way to view the rushes of the
Twirling
casting! Oh, and apparently, Lloyd has been waiting for you for twenty minutes for the weekly update," Sophie blurts out, opening my office door halfway. The week’s off to a good start…
"Damn, Alistair!" I gasp, jumping up out of my chair. "I’ve really got to stop daydreaming…"
"You’ve got a good excuse," Sophie giggles, staring at the big rock sparkling on my ring finger.
"Excuse or no excuse, I’m about to get hell," I sigh, motioning for her to follow me, as I stride down the hallway. "For the screening room, cancel this afternoon’s schedule and postpone it ‘til next week.
Twirling
takes priority over everything. We’re supposed to have finished casting in two days!"
"Maybe we should try hiring competent people if that's what we want," she grumbles, pausing in the doorway as I get in the elevator.
"Sophie, relax," I say, smiling. "Your Clarence is going to come back, his paternity leave won’t last forever."
"That's got nothing to do with it!" she says, getting huffy, as the steel doors close slowly. "I just mean that…"
Too late. Her shrill – but determined – voice no longer reaches me. The flying cage takes me to the top floor: towards my director’s office. I glance at my watch. Twenty-five
"Alma… I think I knew it the first day I saw you. Twelve years ago in a little classroom at film school. You were my total opposite. You didn’t dare look at me, and that’s all I did. The first time we talked, we spent an hour yelling at each other. That day, I said to myself that you were the most beautiful person I had ever met and that I could spend my life doing just those two things: looking at you and fighting with you.
Laughing in the audience.
Tears in my eyes.
"I love you. I feel like I have always loved you. And I’m sure that I will never be able to stop. So I’m not going to ask you the question because you know that I do what I want anyway, because there’s only one answer for me and because, basically, you have no choice. I can’t live without you and I can’t imagine losing you a second time. Alma Lancaster, marry me."
Vadim takes a little black box out of his inner jacket pocket, opens it and hands it to me, trembling. Inside is a thin band in white gold mounted with the purest, brightest diamond I have ever seen. The letters that are still burning reflect in its thousand facets. I still haven’t said anything, paralyzed by the burning love that is overwhelming me, wrapping itself around me, slipping under my skin, into my veins.
"Now’s when you’re supposed to say yes!" he whispers to me, getting back his grin and that sassy look that I love so much.
"Yes, Vadim Arcadi. Yes, Vadim King. YES!"
Applause, shouts of joy, whistling.
I let my tears of happiness flow. Vadim slips the precious ring onto my left ring finger and throws himself at me. He lifts me up off the ground and spins me around in his arms. His lips welded to mine. Our hearts one against the other. You + Me soon united for eternity.
6. 28 days
Mrs. King…
Alma Lucie Margaret King…
Sounds nice, doesn’t it?
In less than a month, Vadim and I will be united…
Butterflies. Tingling. Goosebumps. Idiotic smile.
28 days. 672 hours. 40,320 minutes. Inhale. Exhale.
"Alma, Clarence’s replacement is screwing one thing up after another: the screening room has been double-booked, so there's no way to view the rushes of the
Twirling
casting! Oh, and apparently, Lloyd has been waiting for you for twenty minutes for the weekly update," Sophie blurts out, opening my office door halfway. The week’s off to a good start…
"Damn, Alistair!" I gasp, jumping up out of my chair. "I’ve really got to stop daydreaming…"
"You’ve got a good excuse," Sophie giggles, staring at the big rock sparkling on my ring finger.
"Excuse or no excuse, I’m about to get hell," I sigh, motioning for her to follow me, as I stride down the hallway. "For the screening room, cancel this afternoon’s schedule and postpone it ‘til next week.
Twirling
takes priority over everything. We’re supposed to have finished casting in two days!"
"Maybe we should try hiring competent people if that's what we want," she grumbles, pausing in the doorway as I get in the elevator.
"Sophie, relax," I say, smiling. "Your Clarence is going to come back, his paternity leave won’t last forever."
"That's got nothing to do with it!" she says, getting huffy, as the steel doors close slowly. "I just mean that…"
Too late. Her shrill – but determined – voice no longer reaches me. The flying cage takes me to the top floor: towards my director’s office. I glance at my watch. Twenty-five
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