The Wedding Dress 3

Frances tried to stop crying but the tears kept coming. She wrapped her arms around her knees...held tight and said,"Stunning....he said I was stunning." She felt something hard on her hip...reached down and pulled his flask from between the cushion and the inside of the chair. She quickly got up and limped to the door...opened it and saw him coming up the walkway. She was so excited...she forgot to wipe her tears.

As he came closer...she could see such a concerned look in his misty eyes. He was still carrying the wedding dress. Frances held up his flask...sniffled and said,"Coming back for this?" He stopped just outside the door way. The cold wind was blowing his coat open and the dress across his waist. He reached and wiped a tear from her cheek...saying,"I didn't know I had left my flask here....I felt you were crying in my heart...I had to come back."

Frances was stunned to say the least. She felt like joy and confusion were swirling hand in hand inside her. She stared in his wonderful eyes and once more...dug her toes into the carpet. She invited him back in and took the dress from his arm. She laid the wedding dress over the back of the couch and limped to the center of the room. She asked to take his hat and coat. He handed them to her and she laid them on the couch also. Frances could see that he was a well built man under the form of his black shirt and pants.

She limped to a chair beside the one he was sitting at and gently sat down...stretching her left leg out...looking at her red socked foot where her sore toe was. She nervously asked,"How did you know I was crying?" He put his hands in his pockets and softly said,"I don't know how...I felt a connection with you the moment I saw you smile....you have the most beautiful smile in the world." Frances felt like crying again as she looked down at her hands and said,"Thank you...wow...I'm just not use to words like that." She looked up at him as he said,"Could you get use to it?"

She shyly nodded as he stepped towards her and knelt at her feet. He reached and gently picked up her foot with his left hand. She felt a little afraid but didn't stop him. He slowly pulled her red sock off...raised her foot to his mouth and softly kissed her little toe. He looked up at her with a tear in his eye...whispering,"I will kiss away every little pain...if you wish?"

Frances melted as he kissed her toe again. She began to softly cry,"Please don't do this if you don't mean it...I don't even know you or you me....I feel like I'm being born and dieing at the same time." He gently put her foot down...moved little closer..put his right hand on top of her hand resting on the chair arm and said,"I know...I know...I've never said anything in my life that I didn't mean.....I've never even come close to saying those things to a woman before...I can't explain it...I can only tell you that your every word and move left me in little daydreams of blissful love."

Frances reached to touch his face as she saw pure honesty in his beautiful brown eyes. She didn't daydream of riding on the lap of a Knight on a white horse. She didn't daydream at all. She was touching her dream with her fingers. He took her hand and kissed her palm. He held her hand on the side of his face and softly said,"Come to Paris with me Frances...please come to Paris with me." Frances said with total surprise,"Paris....you want to take me to Paris?" He smiled and said,"To Paris...then London....then Egypt...then Sidney, Moscow, Tokyo...the whole world!"

He pulled her to him and gently kissed her lips. Tears began rolling down her face and he kissed each one away. She softly cried saying,"I was planning to pay the bills and buy ribbon for my typewriter and a pizza this morning...it's not even supper time and I'm now going to Paris with the most handsome man I've ever seen." She then sniffled and said, " I have to pack...I need to call my best friend Wanda...I need to....." He put his finger on her lips and said,"You don't need to pack anything...I can take you shopping and you can call Wanda from the jet."

Frances hugged him tight and said,"Is this real?" He stroked her hair and said,"It's a real dream that we have together...dreams are the best part of reality." She kissed his neck and they simply held each other for a few moments. A knock came at the door. Francis stood up and went to see who it was. It was his driver. The driver said as Francis opened the door,"Sir....I'm sorry but I became concerned when you left the limousine...uh...crying sir." Francis told him to wait as he walked back to Frances. He helped her up from the chair...draped his coat over her shoulders...put his hat on her head and picked her up. He instructed the grinning driver to get his cane and the wedding dress.

Frances said with concern,"Your knee...you might hurt your knee carrying me." He kissed her...smiled and said,"My wool coat is a little heavier than your wedding dress....it's good practice for carrying you over the threshold."

Frances giggled and said,"I thought you said the dress was for a friend?" Francis grinned and said,"I thought you said that you had a cat?"