04. The Whitlams - Pretty As You
follows this post by thehorseman
He had a picture of you // In his head before you met // And all of this is true // When you're as pretty as you
Earlier in November…
“Why couldn't you have been some ugly little troll of a man?”
“Why couldn't you have been some dumpy, dried-out harridan of a woman? Instead of-”
Laine laughed quietly to herself as she smoothed a hand over the creamy white skirt of her wedding gown. No, he certainly hadn’t been what she’d expected. Not even close. She wondered if Anrai had been that far off base with his assumptions of what she’d be like too, not that he had anything quite so surprising to discover about the brunette rancher other than maybe the fact that he was attracted to her after all.
The end of last winter had left the two of them ready to either strangle each other or smolder together until they burst into flames. Given that they were about to get married in two days time, it was fairly obvious that the latter had occurred. Laine turned to look at Caitlin MacEibhir, Anrai’s sister, with a pair of expectant blue eyes. “Honest opinion, Cait. Do I look okay in this thing? Ain’t been able to ask anyone else about it, really.”
Her hand went to her middle, self-consciously trying to obscure the view. “Do I look like someone who’s carryin’ a little more than three months?” She worried about that, what people might say, but in all honesty, it was a small concern. What she really wanted to know was far more important. “Do you think he’s goin’ to like me in this thing? He ain’t never seen me in a dress. A skirt a time or two for church but nothin’ so fancy and I don’t know…do I look silly? Am I too old for a veil? What if-”
“You are a vision of loveliness and Anrai isn’t going to know what hit him.” Cait offered in her warm, mellow voice, putting an end to the worries as she smiled at her soon to be sister.
He had a picture of you // In his head before you met // And all of this is true // When you're as pretty as you
Earlier in November…
“Why couldn't you have been some ugly little troll of a man?”
“Why couldn't you have been some dumpy, dried-out harridan of a woman? Instead of-”
Laine laughed quietly to herself as she smoothed a hand over the creamy white skirt of her wedding gown. No, he certainly hadn’t been what she’d expected. Not even close. She wondered if Anrai had been that far off base with his assumptions of what she’d be like too, not that he had anything quite so surprising to discover about the brunette rancher other than maybe the fact that he was attracted to her after all.
The end of last winter had left the two of them ready to either strangle each other or smolder together until they burst into flames. Given that they were about to get married in two days time, it was fairly obvious that the latter had occurred. Laine turned to look at Caitlin MacEibhir, Anrai’s sister, with a pair of expectant blue eyes. “Honest opinion, Cait. Do I look okay in this thing? Ain’t been able to ask anyone else about it, really.”
Her hand went to her middle, self-consciously trying to obscure the view. “Do I look like someone who’s carryin’ a little more than three months?” She worried about that, what people might say, but in all honesty, it was a small concern. What she really wanted to know was far more important. “Do you think he’s goin’ to like me in this thing? He ain’t never seen me in a dress. A skirt a time or two for church but nothin’ so fancy and I don’t know…do I look silly? Am I too old for a veil? What if-”
“You are a vision of loveliness and Anrai isn’t going to know what hit him.” Cait offered in her warm, mellow voice, putting an end to the worries as she smiled at her soon to be sister.