Page 75 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
I gingerly step up the stairs, being careful that I don’t trip. My smile is wide as I meet the dean and accept my diploma.
“Congratulations, Hailey.”
I stick my diploma in the air and give a big smile to the crowd. They cheer loudly as I step down to have my picture taken. After the quick pose, I sit with the other graduates, waiting for the ceremony to be over.
“Butit’sSaturdaaaaayyyyy,”Imoan from under the covers.
Our vacation celebrating my passing the bar exam began a few days ago and he’s already getting me up before the sun is out. Is he a sadist?
“Trust me, you’ll really like the reason we’re getting up early today,” he says as he tugs the blanket off of me.
An extremely dramatic shiver rolls through my body, and Landon rolls his eyes in response.
“Come on, let’s get in the shower.”
One of my eyes pops open at the prospect of hopping in the shower with my hunk of a boyfriend. Yum.
Steam fills the room as we step in. He tricked me though, because this is not a fun, sexy shower like I thought it would be. No, this is a utility shower. He washes me from head to toe, lets me sit under the water for a few minutes to rinse, then shoves me out.
“Put on your best outfit and shoes. We’re doing something fancy today,” he says from inside the shower.
If he’s staying in there for much longer, I will be so mad. I bet he just pushed me out of there so that he could have the hot water to himself. Talk about selfish.
Throwing open the closet doors reveals the expertly chosen wardrobe that fills the hotel closet. It’s expertly chosen because I didn’t pick it out. Landon actually had a personal stylist take my measurements and curate the perfect wardrobe for our New York City vacation. I want to say that I’m grateful, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss my bunny slippers.
Rifling through the clothes eventually leads me to the perfect dress: a dark blue number reminiscent of the dress Penny designed for me to wear to the charity gala. It’s satin, but with a shorter, flared skirt instead of being a full length gown. I slip the cool fabric over my head and turn in the mirror to button up the back. A pair of black pumps call to me from the shoe rack, even though I know they’re impractical. I just can’t pass up how good they’ll look with this dress.
I examine my face in the mirror before deciding that some light concealer and some mascara are all I need for the day. After applying, smudging, and removing my mascara twice, I finally settle in to use my blow dryer brush on my hair. By the time I’m done, Landon finally emerges from the bathroom.
“Enjoy your shower?” There’s a hint of bitterness in my tone.
Actually, more than a hint. It’s full-blown bitterness.
“Yes, I did, thank you,” Landon says, smirking.
He walks over to his closet and gets dressed. Standing up, I teeter over to him on my heels.
His eyebrows pull together. “Maybe you should choose some different shoes? We’re not walking far, but it is still walking.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “These ones go perfectly with my dress.”
Itreallypainsmeto admit this, but I should have listened to him. We’re walking down a New York street, my hand in his. I know that he expects me to see it as romantic, but I see right through him. He doesn’t want me to get lost or pickpocketed. Or worse, mugged, even though there are the same risks back home in San Francisco.
“We’re almost there. Only a few more blocks,” he says.
My heels clunk against the ground, and I can feel blisters forming on the back of my ankles. Walking for the rest of the trip is going to suck if I have to keep going for much longer. The blisters are already bad enough as they are. Maybe I should have worn some tights. At least then the blisters wouldn’t be as bad.
I tilt my head up as we walk, taking in the buildings towering over me. Stories of windows after windows seem to go on forever, almost blocking out the entire sky. It’s definitely not San Francisco, that’s for sure. We pass many fancy store fronts on our journey, not that any of them are open at this time.
“Miss Dunn, we have officially reached our destination,” Landon announces.
I glance around before catching on. My jaw drops.
“You brought me to Tiffany’s?” A smile stretches over my face, and I throw myself into his arms, surprising him with a hug.
He holds me close to him.
“I know that you love Breakfast at Tiffany’s, so I thought I would make it a reality for you.”
