I saw my mom opening the door with a wide smile. She greeted him in and closed the door. Now about my flat, it’s a duplex (having two floors inside ... flat), my room was in the below and parents’ bedroom was at the first floor. After some 20 mins with the help of spare key I got in, I knew they are in upper bedroom. There is an unused washroom just next to the bedroom which has a small flap window which gives clear view of the bedroom, I decided to go with it as it was a safe idea. I got in to. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I'm fine. Just figuring out where I'm going to go from here.” “While you're thinking it over would you like to wait in my studio? I have the stove going and it's nice and warm.” “No thanks, I don't want to be a bother, sir.” “It's not a bother. I have a client coming and I'm not going to be able to concentrate worrying about you freezing to death out here. So, you'll be doing us both a favor if you just come in until you get things sorted out.” “Thank you sir. I'll. I have something to do."Harold, resplendent in crimson and gold, nodded. "I'll see you soon. Have I told you that you look devastating this evening?"Reginald smiled. "A dozen times, almost enough to believe it. I'll be along soon. Go ahead."The mirror at the end of the hall beckoned. In it Reginald saw a young woman, her raven hair pinned and teased beyond what was practical, save, perhaps, for a single special evening. Her dress was light chiffon. When she moved it was a soft flow. Her gloves. It’s a very special day for me and I don’t want anything to get wrong...”“But just don’t think then. Forget it, just be here and get yourself ready...”At a given moment of the preparations, we were with our respective dresses, but the anxiety over the wedding didn’t wanted to go. And this made Sandra very worried about me.“I told you must relax, Sue!”“But I just can’t...”“You have to relax, honey! It’s your wedding!”“But I am afraid something might not be right. And what if Edward backs.