This Love is Ours

Chapter 24: Fine Summer Nights

{Abigail}

I turn off the curling iron, running a hand through my newly curled hair.

The curls turned out fairly nice today, actually.

I take a quick look in the mirror, stepping back to admire myself.

It's Friday, August 5, about 6:00 in the evening.

Tonight, is my bachelorette party.

Erica, being my maid of honor, organized the whole evening.

I have no idea what we are doing, as it is supposed to be a surprise.

She told me to dress it up a little, so that is exactly what I did.

I threw on the tight and short black dress Erica had bought me, (something I would normally never wear) applied more makeup than usual, and found the fanciest pair of high heels I own.

I look at myself in the mirror, scanning from my head to my toes.

I look really different.

I'm standing bare feet, with my black stilettos dangling from my fingers.

I would normally never be wearing this much makeup, carrying these high of heels, or wearing this tight and short of a dress, but how often does a girl get a bachelorette party?

I'm only doing what Erica told me to.

I sigh, smiling as I swing the door open from my bedroom.

The hallway upstairs is slightly dim, as the sun is beginning to make its way across the sky.

I make my way down the stairs, purse and heels in hand.

I notice Patrick sprawled out on the couch, watching a baseball game on TV.

"Hey Pat." I say, making my way across the main floor of the apartment.

Chaunette is picking me up, and should be here any minute now.

Patrick turns his head from the TV, and his eyes lay upon me.

In the summer evening light, I can vividly see the ocean that sits in his eyes.

His eyes widen, and a slow smile crawls across his face.

He gets up off of the couch, making his way over to me.

"Damn, Abby. You look amazing." He laughs, scratching the back of his neck as he walks across the main floor.

"I feel different." I laugh, shaking my head.

I look down at myself, the tight dress hugging every part of my body, my bare legs exposed.

"You look hot." He says, scanning me from head to toe.

He approaches me, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck.

He places his hands on my sides.

"I look like a whore." I joke, laughing.

He rolls his eyes, laughing.

"You do not. Have fun tonight. A girl only gets so many bachelorette parties." He winks, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I will," I smile up at him.

He kisses me lightly on the nose, and I giggle.

Suddenly, my phone goes off, signaling that I've gotten a text message.

I pull my phone out of my bag, and see that it is from Chaunette.

"Chaun is here. I guess I have to go." I laugh.