“I-I’m not sure about this,” Renee panted down the phone to her fiancé.
“About what?” Roger was eating lunch when his mobile rang and he really wasn’t in the mood for one of her panics.
“The wedding.”
Roger was silent for a second.
“Why do you want to marry me? I don’t get it! I’m horrible.”
Roger remained silent. His heart beat faster, and he wondered if this was a test or if she really was having cold feet.
“I want to marry you because I love you. Because even when you’re the biggest bitch in the room I can see through that and know that deep down you’re lovely. Like how you always listen to your friends and always keep secrets told to you. I want to marry you because you’re my soulmate; I have never loved anyone like I love you and I hope I never will. Can’t you see that? I. Love. You.”
“Really?” her voice was smoother over the phone.
“Yeah, you muppet.” Renee’s giggle over the phone made Roger smile. “Ready for tomorrow?”
He could almost hear her smile. “I’m getting married in the morning!”