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this, I got a promotion. I'm going to run the Kansas City office."
    I throw my arms around Phillip's neck. "I'm so proud of you!" I have to tease him a bit though, so I say, "Must be rough having your dad be your boss. So wait. Does that mean you'll be traveling a lot?"
    "Um, well, no. We kinda need to move there."
    "Really? That'd be so cool! I'd love to live close to Danny and Lori, but jobs aren't easy to find. Like with the economy, a lot of people I graduated with still don't have jobs. I'd have to find a job first, I guess."
    "You already have a job there, if you want it."
    Phillip's grin has turned into a sneaky smirk. I can't help but smile back at him. "Why don't you tell me everything."
    He's practically bouncing with energy and starts talking fast. "The first thing we have to do is find temporary offices. We've already bought some land, and we're going to build our corporate headquarters on it. You can design the whole thing from the ground floor up. Wouldn't that be awesome? We'd be working together!"
    I stare at Phillip for a few beats. Design my very own building? Is he serious? That's like my dream!
    "How long have you known about all this?"
    "It all just fell together in the last week, Princess. How bout we discuss the details at dinner? We can negotiate your pay over some good wine?"
    We go to dinner, eat some food, and drink some great wine. Phillip keeps talking excitedly about his new job, about the new building, about living close to Danny and Lori, and I can't help myself, I get really excited too. It would be really cool to design a building on my own. That's what I went to school for, but at the job I have now, it'd probably be years before I ever got something like this as my own project.
    Phillip assures me that I'd have lots of freedom, that he wouldn't boss me around, and that once the project is done, I could find a job there, start my own business, or whatever I wanted to.
    Before I know it, I'm agreeing to it all.
    After dinner, we walk along the beach for a while. It's amazing how just being together, holding hands and not saying a word, can be so romantic. I feel like we're the only two people on earth. We find an empty hammock and lay together in the moonlight.
    "Talk to me about our wedding," Phillip says. His body is always so warm, and with his arms wrapped around me, I barely feel the cool ocean breeze. "Do you want a big wedding or a small one?"
    "I kinda think I'd like a big wedding. All our friends. A fun party."
    "I agree. What about colors?"
    "I'm not sure. Do you have any ideas?"
    "Just please don't make me wear a white tuxedo. I think black looks best."
    "I like black too, but black makes it more formal."
    "I think a wedding should be formal, don't you?"
    "Yeah, I do." I sigh. There's something I need to tell Phillip, but it's gonna be hard to talk about. "Phillip, I have a confession. I kinda lied when I said I'd never planned my dream wedding. Well, I didn't really lie, I never planned it, it's just there was this time when my mom and I talked about my wedding when I was little. I just always sorta assumed that's how it would be."
    Phillip rolls in the hammock and faces me. "Tell me about it."
    "We were at a wedding. I was young, maybe eight or nine. Mom pulled me on her lap and said, Someday, you're going to get married just like this . And since then, that's how I always thought my wedding would be. The wedding and the reception were held in a big ballroom. I remember being impressed by the huge sparkly chandeliers. I told her I wanted candles like the ones flickering on our table in my bedroom. She told me I couldn't have candles in my bedroom, but that I could have them at my wedding. She told me candlelight is romantic and that my wedding would be romantic because the day would be all about love. I told her the bride looked like a princess, and she told me that someday, when I married my prince, I would too. I told her I wanted to marry daddy. I remember the way she laughed.