Three months. Two weeks. Fourteen hours. Tess had been counting how long it had been since she set eyes on Daniel. It was so bad, she would dream about his face and brown eyes, even when she was not asleep.
Word had gotten to her that he would be getting married. Though she tried to fight the urge, she knew she would stop the wedding. The last dream she had further convinced her she had to do it - stop the wedding.
The last memory in her head was the night she walked home from work. Those days she still lived close to the office, days when she thought her job was the best thing that ever happened to her.
He knocked on the door - that sly way he did it was among reasons Tess knew she couldn't live without him. He walked in, and they both knew what they wanted. Nothing more than each other.
He sat down, and she sat on top of him. He liked to whisper her name as it all went down. Her silk robe was doing little to cover her now-shaking body. Daniel's soft kisses were a reminder of violet bedding on a cold rainy day.
While she sat in bed, her wedding outfit ready to wear. She knew she might regret what she was about to do. But what Tess knew for sure, was that Daniel was not getting married. At least not to anyone else.