Necklace and matching earrings made of huge diamond stones sparkled under the light of the boutique. I was stunned at how outstanding the pieces were while I watched as Hayden approached me before he carefully put the necklace around my neck.
His hands held my shoulders before turning my upper body to face the mirror so that we both could have a look at how the necklace looked on me with the dress. I thought that the necklace alone was already impressive but when paired with the dress, I looked like a very rich aristocratic lady or princess.
"Wow...this is really something," I murmured, unable to find the right words to describe how gorgeous everything was.
"We need to add the earrings. Can you put these on?" Hayden said as he handed me the earrings.
"This already looks like plenty..." I said softly.
"Don’t complain, I’m just doing what you told me to," Hayden said firmly.
"And that is?" I asked in wonder.
"Buying you expensive things that you won’t ever need. Although in this case, I think you need some jewelry for the wedding, right?" Hayden said before his reached out and pulled on my cheek playfully.
"It hurts..." I muttered as he continued pinching my cheek.
"Put them on," Hayden urged as his fingers left my cheek.
"Ok..." I whispered in defeat before I started putting the earrings on.
"I think they look good on you. Let’s go with this," Hayden commented casually after spending a brief moment evaluating how I looked.
"If you say so..." I replied.
If he likes it, then I didn’t have any objections. It still surprised me that Hayden was very attentive to my outfit for the big day. True to his words, he was very invested in helping me pick everything related to the outfit for the day. The same attention clearly did not apply to the other parts of the wedding especially the decoration, the schedule and the guestlist.
"No. I’m never going to change my mind..." I muttered darkly.
He had no idea how much I had to work for us to get to this point. I’m not throwing it all away because of some cold feet before the wedding myth.
"Guess I’m happy that you want to marry me that badly..." Hayden said before he smiled innocently at me.
"I’m going to sleep!" I declared before I turned my body the other way and shut my eyes tightly.
If I just count to a thousand or some high number around that range, I’ll probably fall asleep sooner or later.
In the end, I counted and lost count various times but I wasn’t any close to falling asleep. The bedroom was silent, and I couldn’t tell if Hayden had fallen asleep already or not. Carefully, I turned around to face him.
"Can’t sleep?" Hayden asked as if he had predicted this outcome.
"Yeah..." I mumbled a little shyly.
"Sometimes you have to exercise a little before going to bed. It helps you sleep better..." Hayden suggested in a seductive drawl.
"Really?" I asked, skeptically.
His tone left little for me to wonder what kind of exercise he was referring to. We’re getting married tomorrow and it’s going to be a busy day. Perhaps less so for Hayden because he wasn’t involved in making sure that everything ran smoothly, but it was surely going to be a hectic and worrisome day for me.
"One way to find out..." Hayden said as his body moved closer to mine.
"I don’t think..." I began protesting softly.
--To be continued...