Asher sits across from Fred Millman in a slightly awkward silence, because he does not know how to start the conversation that he wants to have. He knows that Fred already knows everything going on. He and Dani are close, so she tells him everything that happens in her life.
“Mr. Millman-”
“Call me Fred. If you are going to be my son-in-law, you should probably call me Fred.” He says dryly and Asher winces.
“Ahout that.. I wanted to say- I'm sorry that I did
Dani waits at the closed door until someon gives her a signal. Her hands are shaking and she is tapping her foot. A hand grasp hers tightly. “Nervous?” “No, not at all. Impatient. I am ready to get in there.” Dani says and he nods. “It shouldn't be long now.” Just then the doors open with a florish and Dani gets ger first sight of it all. Her wedding. She sees all of the people filling the seats and
November 25, 1999Three Years Later Asher looks around the room for his wife, but she is lost in the sea of people. Their family and friends have only been there about fifteen minutes and already he is regretting his and Dani's decision to host Thanksgiving in their new home. But Dani had been so excited when they finally got the renovations done, after three months of contractors and paint samples.
September 7th 1991 Danielle takes a peak around the curtain, scanning the crowd for the familiar face the she is looking for, but he is nowhere to be found in the sea of stranger's faces looking back at her. She is not surprised at all to find him missing. He has never been one to come to these things just to support her. That would mean that he would have to know about them.. or care, for that matter. “We are up next, Dani.” Comes her best friend Melania Polk's voice from behind her. Her friend comes to stand beside her and Dani nods to ackno
Dani spins around on her heels and takes off running, pulling the rest room door open with force, startling an older gentleman waiting on the other side to come in. “Woah.” “Dani!” She ignores the sound of Rick calling out to her. “Excuse me.” She mumbles at him as she rushes past. Her words come out choked through the tears. She can not believe that he was screwing Amber freaking Wagner. The biggest, nastiest slut in the senior class. Actually, she is the bigg
Dani runs from the office and hits the button for the elevator, which thankfully opens up immediately. Once she is closed up inside of the elevator car, she leans back against the wall and covers her eyes, letting out a little scream of frustration. “Oh my God!” She can believe what she just witnessed, but she does know one thing for sure; She wishes that she could pluck her eyeballs out so that she never has to see another person having sex for as long as she lives. She was too disgusted to even think straight.
Dani has longed to hear those words for years now, but she knows that he does not mean them like that. Still, she feels a little pitch of excitement in the bottom of her belly at the thought. “I really don't want to impose on you or your roommates..” She begins but he waves her words away. “Yeah, don't worry about that. It's just my cousin, Jay. He is probably at his girlfriends, because he seems to spend all of his time there these days.” Eddy says as he pulls the car to a stop in a parking spot that says reserved. She hopes that by reserved, it means for him, because she would hate for him to lose
Eddy drops Dani off at her house the next morning, after the spent a long night talking about everything that happened to her the night before. He tells her how she can call the school and see how she can go about getting accepted to the school. Her father is not at home when she arrives, which does not surprise her in the least. In fact, she would have been shocked out of her sock had he been home one a Saturday morning. He has only been there twice in the last six years since her mother passed away. It used to be a tradition of theirs to have a large brunch, with belgian waffles, fresh fruit,
“Dean Winchell's office, of Meesler Boarding School. May I help you?” “I am looking to enroll my child in your school.” Dani blurts out quickly, feeling self-concious and awkward about the lie. Please do not realize that I am a teenager and hang up on me, she silently begs the cranky sounding woman on the other end. “Our girl's school, Southwood, is at maximum capacity and has a two year waiting list. If your student is a female, I regret to inform you that this will be a short conversation. But if you have a son, we have very few openings available, as we recently