Epilogue
The springs of the mattress creaked softly as a young woman sat down at the edge before fully lying down onto the soft material, sighing in content after the full day of tiring events. The young woman shifted to lie comfortably on her side before kicking off the white heels she had on.
She heard the shower tap in the bathroom running and sounds of movement as well. But she wasn’t afraid; knowing perfectly well who was inside. She continued lying on the bed, enjoying the cool, silkiness of the blanket of this 5 stars hotel against her skin.
Not long later, the running water stopped and the door of the bathroom clicked open soon afterwards. She peeked her eyes open and craned her neck slightly to look at the shirtless man standing by the bathroom door, who was drying his hair with a fluffy white towel.
“Really? You washed your hair so late at night? You’re just asking to get a cold.” The young woman commented as she gently pushed herself back to a sitting position.
The man chuckled and ran the towel through his hair once more before answering. “I have to. With all that hair sprays and gels they used to keep my hair down. Argh… I can’t stand how strong-scented and sticky they are.”
The young woman giggled. “I could say the same thing about my make-up. Glad I took them off earlier; I swore my skin couldn’t breathe.”
“I could only imagine.” The man simply said with a grin before throwing himself backward onto the soft bed, joining the woman at her side.
The woman lay back down onto her side to facing the man then stated, “That was a quick shower. You only had been in there for a few minutes.”
“I didn’t take a shower. Well… Not really. I only washed my hair while leaning out to the showerhead; didn’t even bother to remove my p...
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...course I do. It’s just that Sora had been nagging about the temperature and asked why we can’t move the wedding earlier so he doesn’t have to ‘suffer’ in the cold ever since I told him my plan.” The young man explained with a small pout.
The woman let out a giggle at his expression. “Well, his fiancé has a different opinion. You should have seen Kairi’s face when she knows that she got to be a winter bridesmaid since it was summer for Namine’s.”
The man chuckled before pulling his wife closer. “Let’s not think about them now. We just got married today; it should be all about us.”
The young woman grinned. “You’re right. I love you, Roxas.”
“I love you too, Xion.”
Afterwards, the newly wedded couple pulled each other into another kiss as husband and wife, knowing they would forever and ever be with each other no matter what would happen in their future.
We’re married.
The woman turned, still smiling, until she caught sight of his suit. Her happy visage fade. She flipped a curl out of her face. "So would I, honey."
"You like it, eh?" Her father bestowed on her his secret smile. In truth it was more of a smirk. Right lip raised slightly to expose an endearing dimple beneath his moustache, his cupid's bow lips pursed so it looked like he was pouting. "I forget you are fierce, like she was."
“The tile floor was cold and uncomfortable, and the attendant had dripped some water near me.”
“How long were you in there?” Elijah asked, switching the flow towards Brian’s feet. He was sweating under his picot.
“Take a shower. I’ll brew some coffee, and see you when you’re ready.” Colleen said.
“Don’t! You probably have lice and I am not washing everything in this house again. Come on,” she said, grudgingly, dragging me by the wrist. “Let’s at least get you both cleaned up before we continue arguing about what to do.”
The sound of the door opening and slamming closed pulled her awake for the second time. She was still in the bathroom but at least her head didn't hurt quite as much and the room wasn't spinning.
Roslyn's mouth and throat was dry. She slid her arm out from under the blanket in search of the water-bottle she kept on her nightstand. When she felt only air where her nightstand should have been she thought this strange, but didn't fret over it. She shifted, and instead of the edge of her bed, her foot pressed up against something firm and upholstered. This was also strange.
“Well, if you really want my opinion,” Ophelia sighed, shoving her hands in her dress’ pockets, “I do think you could at least spritz the things with some perfume.”
They climbed the flight of stairs to their apartment and shut the door behind them with a boom, keys jingling. Tim plopped onto the couch, exhausted, the back of his hand on his forehead, damsel-in-distress style.
“Yeah,” I said. “We should probably get some sleep if we’re gonna get out of the city tomorrow.”
“Er-right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you’re here?” Marquis asked and swiveled on his chair to face his guest, forcing glob of straight rich brown hair to hang down into his eyes. It was evidence to the fact that a shower was much needed to cleanse all the oil shining off his hair. He reached u...
And then when he proposed and they were given the parental blessing, when they kissed ...
Kara takes off her coat upon entering the penthouse, exposing her biceps. In the warmth of the building, she felt her sleeveless turtleneck would be sufficiently cozy. She undid her hair from the back of her head allowing her blonde locks to cascade down her shoulders in loose waves.
“Oh.” Taran’s gut clenched. He had forgotten all about that. What an idiot he was going to look like at his own wedding.