90: Butterflies and Hurricanes
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It didn't surprise Stark that she had trouble sleeping that night, at least that morning. There was way too much on the calendar that day for her to be too comfortable. An hour before the alarm went off, she was awake, and reluctantly squirmed out of the arms of her sleeping fiancee to get a head start on the day.
She bypassed her morning run, choosing instead to go downstairs and put the coffee on, before she came back up and started thinking over everything that needed to be done. They needed to work with Agent Bowman on wrapping up the Wright case, which would mean statements and paperwork, but nothing that big. She wanted to talk to the other agent and make sure he was all right; she respected the man and wanted to make sure his case was wrapped up.
But then there was the important part: the wedding.
They had gotten it all figured out as best they could in such a short time. Arrangements had been made with the people who needed to be present. But she had to worry about her hair and her makeup and all sorts of...her head was spinning and she groaned as she went rifling through the closet, looking for something to wear.
It was going to be a long day, but a very gratifying day. Then she'd go to her paintball match on Saturday morning and by Saturday afternoon she'd be in Paris enjoying the view with her new husband.
But she had to get there first.
"Oh, God, what do I wear?" she moaned, going through the closet as if it were the end of the world.
It didn't surprise Stark that she had trouble sleeping that night, at least that morning. There was way too much on the calendar that day for her to be too comfortable. An hour before the alarm went off, she was awake, and reluctantly squirmed out of the arms of her sleeping fiancee to get a head start on the day.
She bypassed her morning run, choosing instead to go downstairs and put the coffee on, before she came back up and started thinking over everything that needed to be done. They needed to work with Agent Bowman on wrapping up the Wright case, which would mean statements and paperwork, but nothing that big. She wanted to talk to the other agent and make sure he was all right; she respected the man and wanted to make sure his case was wrapped up.
But then there was the important part: the wedding.
They had gotten it all figured out as best they could in such a short time. Arrangements had been made with the people who needed to be present. But she had to worry about her hair and her makeup and all sorts of...her head was spinning and she groaned as she went rifling through the closet, looking for something to wear.
It was going to be a long day, but a very gratifying day. Then she'd go to her paintball match on Saturday morning and by Saturday afternoon she'd be in Paris enjoying the view with her new husband.
But she had to get there first.
"Oh, God, what do I wear?" she moaned, going through the closet as if it were the end of the world.