Free A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) by S.L.A. Lacey

put the dress back into my office and I locked up for the night, the window display came out great I give it one last look and I am taking my tired ass home.
    Hopefully I will get my mind back on my wedding and off of Tristan Back, to think kissing a fool and I am engaged to someone else, never thought that was going to happen today.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    I REMEMBER YOU
     
    I head towards the Ritz Carlton hotel, the casino crowd was out and about for a Friday night, it is wonderful to see so many people enjoying downtown again. I realize that I am in no shape to drive home, jeez look at me, it’s like all those years ago, every time Tristan and I got together the drinks just kept flowing and here I am too drunk to drive home. I decide I will take a taxi home, I have to, I can’t drive like this. I will tell Lawrence the valet to take care of my car for the evening. Yeah that is the best thing to do. I always park on the side of The Ritz Carlton Hotel.
    I make my way through the vestibule of the hotel to get to t he street entrance when I glanced over at the lounge, they had a good crowd, the live music usually brings in the drinkers, a trio is playing as I look over but what catches my eye is him, oh no! there he is, the hair on the back of my neck is standing up, my pulse is racing, Tristan is sitting at a table in the bar, he left my store a little over two hours ago and he came here to what drink away his worries or ponder what he has done to me the look on his face says it all he is smoldering and laced with guilt.
    I keep walking towards the exit he didn’t s ee me he must be smashed beyond recognition by now for sure. I make my way past the bar entrance to the valet desk where Lawrence is attending to guest. I wait for a moment and he brings me back to the reason I am here.
    “Miss Macy, how are you this evening ? I see your Cadillac is waiting for you as usual”
    “Um Lawrence I‘m going to need a taxi and can you valet my car please?”
    “Absolutely Miss. Macy right this way!” he leads me out the gold and glass doors that are held open by a white gloved Ritz Carlton doorman.
    “Thank you James”
    “My pleasure Miss Macy” James has been a door man at almost every Ritz all over the world he comes to us from Scotland I believe. I stand under the royal blue and white awning as the wind blows my brunette curly tendrils off my face.
    Lawrence whistles f or a taxi and one pulls up straight away, he opens the door for me with his white gloved service, I move to give him my keys but pull them back quickly, I don’t know what’s coming over me but I am not going home like a good fiancée.
    “You know what I for got something” I utter nervously as I check my watch which I can’t see anyway, due to the fact that I have been drinking for the better part of the evening.
    Lawrence shuts the taxi door and I walk around pass the crowd on the street and go into the side entrance of Tower Centre, where there is no doorman, I walk through the revolving door and see Tristan through the window, he definitely got his monies worth, that sharp suit has got me intrigued, his tie is loose and the top button is open at his neck, he takes a hit from his cigarette and the smoke surrounds him, he looks like the painting Blvd. of broken dreams , he is just missing Elvis, Marilyn and Bogart because he has always been the James Dean in my life, young and troubled.
    I stand to the side of the window so he can’t see me as I just take him all in, God he looks good, a portrait of my old heart’s desire.
    After closer observation he is a trifle bit thinner, he has always had the greatest shoulders squared and bold, and of course in that tailored jacket wow he is quite impressive actually, who knew he would clean up so good. I am a glutton for punishment I gotta know why.
    I Lick my lips and open the next button on my silk and lace blouse and I’m a girl on a fact finding mission as I make my way pass the vestibule of