Page 33 of Eternally Yours
Oh, yeah? And what’s that?
Big Guy
Pictures, you have to send me pictures of you.
Me
I suppose that can be arranged.
Me
I’m going to be pretty busy most of the day, so I won’t be able to talk much. But I hope you have a good day and have fun at practice!
Big Guy
Thanks, babe. And don’t worry about it. Call me when you get in tonight?
Me
If it’s not too late, yes. I’ll message first in case you’re sleeping.
Me
Oh, and Silas?
Big Guy
Yeah, Minnie?
Me
I miss you too.
We’ve been hard at work for what feels like ages. No major catastrophe has happened yet, but every time I turn my back, something is getting misplaced or going missing. So I’ve been moving around every inch of the space for the past two hours, assisting where I can without blinking just to make sure I don’t miss anything.
Everything is going as planned. We’re even a bit ahead of schedule, which is perfect because I know the minute we start doing our final check and testing, things will come up.
The caterers have just arrived and are prepping in the kitchen, and we have people working on perfecting the lighting as well as the sound system. Even though there will be live music, we want to be able to provide them with a break and still have music going.
The place looks spectacular. I had envisioned it in my mind, but it turned out so much better. The ceiling was turned into an underwater exhibit, artificial endangered sea creatures hanging above us.
Shiny blue drapes run down the walls all the way to the floor, making it seem asif you are below the water, looking up at its marine life. When the main lights are turned off and only the installed lighting system plays, it creates this wave-like effect over the drapes, giving the whole room a blueish tint.
When we went over the design ideas and requests with Eleonor, I was afraid so much blue in one place wouldn’t look great. But now that I’m seeing the final image come to life, it’s simply magical.
“Oh, mes chéries! Mais c’est magnifique!”
I turn at the sound of Eleonor Margot’s heavy French accent. She clutches her hands against her chest as she spins in a slow circle, looking up at the life above. She’s dressed in a black jumpsuit with a white blazer, white pointed heels on her feet, and her shoulder-length blonde hair perfectly curled.
She’s professional and fashionable, perfectly combined. I don’t think this is the outfit she’ll have on tonight, but even if it were, people would still love it. That’s how well it suits her.
Looking back down in my direction, she offers me a beaming smile. “Oh, Cecilia.” She walks my way and reaches her arms out, holding me by the elbows.
She bends in and air kisses one cheek after the other while I do the same. I love the way my name sounds rolling off her tongue in her accent. “Comment vas-tu, ma chérie? This is absolutely beautiful! I can’t believe you made it happen.” For someone who resides in France, her English is impeccable.
“Thank you, it really did turn out lovely. It’s nice to see you again, Eleonor. I hope tonight will go to your satisfaction.”
“With you behind this whole night, I know it will be perfect,” she says as she pulls me into a fierce hug.
