As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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The entire day of Saturday was hectic, and the unfairness of it was preposterous. All Lex had to do was take a shower, comb his hair, put on a tuxedo, and he would be perfect and dashing. I, on the other hand, had a mountain of things to work on. It was a whole commando mission that required impeccable timing and organization.
I needed to meet Jessika for the dress and ultimate touches if needed. I had an appointment for a manicure, another one for makeup. I needed to find a new pair of shoes because my progress wearing heels was non-existent and I refused to wobble around all evening.
What I was most apprehensive about was my hairdresser appointment. I simply couldn't decide on what I wanted. I liked the idea of an updo, something chic and pretty that would be different from what I usually did. But I also considered having my hair straightened into supple waves, with maybe a few pins to make it look more formal.
Tammy and I had spent hours on Pinterest trying to decide what would be best, and I had a selection of about five hairdos I equally wanted. Hopefully, the hairdresser would help me decide.
Whenever I had a minute to myself during that ridiculously busy day, I read articles or studies on HFA or Asperger's Syndrome, adamant to learn more about the condition than my sparse knowledge.
As I'd told Lex, it didn't matter that he was a little more different than I'd thought. He was still the love of my life and nothing could change that. But I wanted to learn anything I could to get a better understanding of him, to respect this part of him. I had no intention of changing the dynamics of our relationship, but I still felt compelled to learn about the dos and don'ts.
The more I read, the more I could find similarities with Lex. Everything made so much sense now, I still couldn't believe I hadn't guessed sooner.
To my great satisfaction, the day was intense but everything went smoothly. The dress was perfect, I found new shoes after trying three stores, the hairdresser knew what would work best with my hair, and the makeup was flawless.
I still arrived home exhausted, and after a quick shower where I did my best not to mess anything up, I locked myself in my room to slip on my gown and try to calm down. I was as physically ready as I could be, but my mental state was far from prepared for whatever awaited us.
Once everything was in place, up to the gold threader earrings, I stood in front of my mirror, to admire the results of my hard day of work. I could barely recognize the woman standing in the reflection. Never in my entire life had I looked this good.
The dress was simply stunning, and I didn't care one bit if it wasn't Valentino or Dior. It was impossible one of those would have been this perfect for me. The thing I liked about it was its color. The fabric was a beautiful shade of jade, and so light and flowy it was like wearing air. At the waist and wrists, it had thick bands of golden fabric with embroidered details and pearls sewed in beautiful patterns. The cleavage and back were split open all the way to the gold sash at my waist, making the design bold and unique. The skirt was composed of several layers of this thin fabric, with a cut that started high on my left thigh all the way down. I loved the way it moved when I walked, unveiling a bit of my leg every time. To compensate for the audacity of the cleavage and the slit, the dress had long bishop sleeves, with a see-through fabric that was the exact same shade as the rest.
