Letters Home
town seemed almost too quiet for a Saturday, but there was a nice breeze taking an edge off of the heat.
    Before she started the car, Marissa turned to me and took my hand. “Okay, since I finally got you in the car, can I just say how happy I am you decided to do this? When Nate called last night and said you wouldn’t come out of the bathroom I was afraid you might say no to his idea. I know it hurts that he’s leaving again, but at least you’ll get to be married before he does.”
    “At first I did say no. I was nervous about what our parents might say if they found out. Then I realized that it didn’t matter. I don’t want to wait any longer, or push the date until he gets back.”
    Facing forward again, she started the car and backed out of the space. Over the next two hours we got our hair and nails done. At the salon, I had them add big, light curls to my long chestnut tresses—wanting to keep things simple.
    By the time we stopped at a small little boutique in town, I was a little nervous, even more so when we walked in and the saleswoman seemed overly excited to see us.
    “Hi, I’m Danielle Renton and I’m supposed to pick up a dress,” I said to the woman standing behind the counter.
    “Of course, give me one second.” She disappeared into the back room, returning a few moments later with a garment bag, a shoebox, and another small bag. When she opened the garment bag, I sucked in a deep breath.
    The dress was absolutely gorgeous. It was a light pink strapless dress with an angled skirt, a little higher in the front then in the back. Simple, yet elegant, it was perfect. Nate knew me so well.
    “It’s beautiful,” Marissa whispered.
    It took me a few moments to look away from the dress. “What is everything else?”
    “Well, your fiancée didn’t stop at just the dress,” the woman said, opening first the shoebox, then the bag next to it.
    “Wow.” The magnificent, strappy silver heels that sat nestled among the tissue were the perfect addition to the dress. Then I saw what else Nate had picked out. It was a stunning necklace with pink and purple rhinestones embedded in the links.
    “Does it ever end with him?” Marissa laughed. She turned to me, her expression had turned serious. “You’re so lucky.”
    “I can’t believe he did all of this.” Shock and awe colored my tone. Nate had taken something that could have been a quick, unremarkable trip to the courthouse and turned it into something unique. Of course it would have been special because it was our wedding, but knowing what Nate had put into it in less than twenty-four hours was amazing. Throughout the years Nate had always been one step ahead of me, but every time it still surprised me. And then it hit me: I was about to marry the most amazing man in history.
    “Danielle? Danielle?”
    There was someone’s hand on my arm. I looked down to see Marissa trying to get my attention, that’s when I noticed the wetness on my face.
    “Danielle, are you okay?”
    I swiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. “Yeah, I just got caught up in how wonderful Nate is, and as of this afternoon, he’s mine forever.”
    Her hand tightened on my arm. “I know, sweetie. It’s a good thing we didn’t do you makeup yet.”
    All I could do was roll my eyes at her. Marissa always ended up bringing things back to humor. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s get going so I can finish getting ready.”
    The woman at the counter was packing everything back into the boxes and putting them in bags. She handed them over to Marissa and I. “Can I just say, you have a very special man there. Congratulations! I wish you both the best.”
    “Thank you for everything,” I said with a smile.
    When we got back to the apartment, we immediately went into the bedroom to get dressed. Marissa had brought a dress with her and was changing in the bedroom, while I went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. A few minutes later, I walked out to a gaping

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