HOME - LIVING ROOM
think it's great that they moved all of the furniture out of the way so people
could dance," Reginald Callison said as he carefully glided around the room
with his new wife in his arms. "This has truly been the most
wonderful day of my life."
"Mine, too, darling," Jillian Callison sighed
dreamily as she rested her head on his shoulder. "This entire day has
turned out better than I could ever have dreamed." She paused and
lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes with suspicion.
"You know, you still haven't told me where we're going on our
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he
laughed. "Let's just say that tonight we'll stay in the bridal suit
of The Sunset Hotel and we board a plane for Chicago in the morning."
"We're honeymooning in Chicago?"
"No, silly," he chuckled. "We have to
get a connecting flight. You know that the Albanyville Airport doesn't
have direct flights to very many places other than Chicago. It's just not
that big of an airport."
"So...." She lifted an eyebrow
slyly. "Where's this connecting flight to?"
"You'll find out in the morning."
"But I want to know now!" She coyly
fluttered her eyelashes at him and smiled. "Isn't there anyway that I
could convince you?"
"There are plenty of ways," he grinned.
"But nothing will convince me to tell you earlier than tomorrow
"Oh, why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"Me?" He laughed heartily.
"You're a fine one to talk!" The song ended and they stopped
dancing so that they could politely applaud the orchestra that his father had
hired before leaving the dance floor to get a drink.
don't worry about it," he smiled as he lifted his hand to signal for the
waiter to bring two glasses of champagne. "I want this honeymoon to
be perfect in every way. I don't want you to think about anything other
than how much we love one another, because when we get back, there's a lot of
work to do to get you moved into the house and get everything set up."
"I just can't wait!" she exclaimed.
"Our own home. I can't believe that your parents simply gave us the
"I can. My father has always done the family
thing rather big." He took a sip of his champagne. "And
since the house was built by my grandfather to be handed down, it really does
make logical sense. Now, when we get back, we've got to get you moved in
and start interviewing housekeepers and...."
"Housekeepers?" She cocked an eyebrow as
she listened to him. "Why do we need to hire a housekeeper?"
"To help you set up our home and help take care of
our house," he explained as if it were the most logical thing in the
world. "Granted, it's not nearly as big as this house, but you're
going to need some help."
"No, I'm not," she said flatly. "If
I'm going to be your wife, I'm going to take care of our home myself."
"Are you...sure you want to do that?" He
looked at her with much skepticism. "I...I don't meant to doubt you,
but...well...I don't think Manhattan society and finishing school had courses on
cleaning house and cooking. Maybe you need a little help just to get
started -- to get the feel of things."
"You sound like you think I can't do it!"
"Oh, I have no doubt that you can do anything that
you put your mind to," he smiled as he took her into his arms and kissed
her lovingly. "But let's just not even think about that until after
we get back from our honeymoon. We've got all the time in the world."
"Which reminds me," she smiled slyly.
"Where are we going again?"
"Ah, ah, ah!" He shook his finger in front
of her nose to warn her that she was treading on dangerous ground.
I know we're not going to your family's cottage in Davenport. Your father
offered it to Paddy and
Steph for their honeymoon." She tapped
her lower lip with her index finger as she thought about their possible
"You'll find out in the morning," Reginald
reminded. "Let's not think about it until then. Right now,
let's just enjoy this night."
"Oh, all right," she conceded as he again took
her hand into his and led her back to the dance floor.