A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair)

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by Lacey, S. L. A.


  Erika’s dress is done and she is a perfect fit, her shoes are already here and I have to remember to bring Ian’s tuxedo home tonight and give Christopher his tux he is Ian’s best man of course.

  “Aria I think we are all set on the wedding attire we have the flowers being delivered to your house on Saturday morning and we are all set”

  “Oliver I don’t know how I would have gotten through any of this without you” he smiles his carefree smile and kisses the top of my head as he walks past me. He sometime feels like my God-father I am so blessed to have him in my life.

  “I am out of here are you ok?”

  “Yes Oliver just go I am fine I am out the door myself for a nice quiet dinner with my fiancé.”

  “Sounds great I will see you tomorrow”

  Oliver leaves and I pull all the garment bags and bag up Ian’s tuxedo, yes I get to see what he will look like but he won’t see what I will be in. I bag up Christopher’s tux as well and make sure that he has it at the rehearsal dinner on Friday. Of course Erika’s dress I will finish that by Thursday, the dress has a simple white bodice with a form fitted black tea length skirt in crepe back satin, I just have to hem it and she is good to go. I can’t wait to see her in this dress, she is going to look amazing, I must say but then again she is six feet and blond, she is killer in anything she wears.

  Just then the door alarm sounds

  RING A DING DING…

  I look at my watch and mouth to myself “It is pretty late I must say for customers but ya never knew who come through our doors now-a-days”

  I make my way to the show room floor and there is a man breathing heavy, and looking out the wood and glass door windows. Jeez look at him, his jacket sleeves are torn, his shirt is ripped his hair is a mess but wow when he turns around and I get a good look at him my mouth goes dry, my heart is beating fast and I am star struck.

  I very slowly come around and stand in front of him as his green eyes meet mine I am so nervous and filled with elation and excitement.

  “Your Luis Miguel!” Just then there is a commotion outside my door at the walk way, a bunch of screaming girls, looks like twenty or so running past my store, they are ushered quickly by security, followed by the night patrol of Tower Centre and not to mention the casino security, are out there as well.

  I walk pass this handsome man before me and I quickly lock the doors because I have no idea what is going on. I turn around as I lean against the door; I am wearing my silver gray pencil skirt and white silk organza blouse that is basically sexy as hell. I just take him all in. he is six feet tall at least, gorgeous dark brown hair, bright green eyes, beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and his accent is alluring did I mention he is the Mexican Frank Sinatra, yeah that Luis Miguel just fell into my lap ok God what now?

  Luis Miguel hails from Mexico’s, he is one of their leading singers I mean they call him the Latin Frank Sinatra, he even recorded COME FLY WITH ME with Sinatra.

  “So please Mr. Miguel what happen to you are you ok” I can’t take my eyes off of him, he has been my crush for like ever, I learned Spanish by listening to his songs and translating them. He sings romantic ballads, beautiful melodies and bolero’s oh wow no one is going to believe me when I tell them this. He is looking at me to see if he can trust me maybe and then he speaks.

  “Well as I was leaving my hotel room at the Ritz Carlton a few minutes ago I must have gotten off on the wrong floor and before I knew it I was being chased by some screaming ladies and then I didn’t know where I was, and I lost the people who were with me so I ducked into here, your door was the only one unlocked” I walk slowly over to him and take a gander at this beautiful man and his tattered tux.

  “I see Mr. Miguel looks like this tux took quite a beating by those fans?” I walk over to him and make a quick assessment of his torn and dilapidated tuxedo. I notice one sleeve is torn from the seam while the other is badly severed, the lapel is ripped from the seam his shirt is compromised as well and he is missing some of the studs from his tuxedo shirt he looks physically unharmed but his scantly state of dress is less to be desired and as one of his loyal fans I am not use to seeing him so discombobulated.

  “Yes I would have to say Mr. Miguel they ruined this beautiful tuxedo”

  “And the worst thing is I have to be on stage within the hour” as he looks at his omega watch on his wrist.

  “Please call me Luis” I look at him and he is amazing, he needs my help this is like a dream come true to dress my idol, my secret crush. Oh I am a lucky girl and I am going to dress the hell out of him.

  “Do you have a phone I can use please?” I reach into my silver grey pencil skirt and hand him my cellphone.

  “Sure here you go Luis please come in sit down the doors are locked no one will find you here” I walk him over to the lounge area I walk behind the bar. He watches me as I move about.

  “Can I get you a drink?” I calm and realize this is one of those moments that I will share with my grandkids well if I ever have any.

  “Yes I’ll have a grey goose on ice” my kind a guy completely. I fill two old fashion glasses with ice and stream in the vodka, oh yeah drinking with Luis Miguel this day is getting better by the minute.

  He walks over to me by the bar and take a seat at one of the cherry bar stools.

  “So this is your store Miss…I’m sorry you have me at a disadvantage you seem to know who I am but I have yet to find out who you are?” his accent and those eye oh wow why didn’t he come and see me six months ago! Jeez he is beyond handsome. Yes I said that. He is my crush I can say that.

  I extend my right hand.

  “Hello there I am Aria Macy so very nice to meet you Mr. …um Luis”

  I smile but I know I am blushing my face is flushed, it’s heated and I am in awe of him.

  “Aria what a beautiful name and so befitting for such a beautiful young women” he takes my hand and brings it to his lips and kisses it so sweetly and tenderly, oh I just melted, yeah right now, right this minute in my store, the guy who’s songs are in my car, on my iPod just kissed my hand, this is like the best night of my life! Ok I gotta pull myself together and act like I have some kind of sense or he is going to think I am a nut job like the girls who were chasing him.

  “Thank you, Luis um can I be of some assistance in getting you ready for your concert?”

  “Would you please, I would appreciate it, please if you would just allow me to make one phone call and let my people know where I am and that I am still alive and not eaten by the wild young females” I smile at his joke he is rather cute and funny and I have never heard him speak English you see Mr. Luis Miguel only sings in Spanish, beautiful music like Sabor a Mi, Beseme mucho, contigo aprendi, dormier contigo, I mean I could go on and on and I am sure he will tonight he is amazing in concert I have it on blue-ray but have never been fortunate enough to see him in concert.

  He dials a number and speaks to someone name Maria, they speak in Spanish and I make out that he is ok and that he will make the curtain call

  “Excuse me Aria, but where am I?” he catches me daydreaming about him I quickly compose myself.

  “You are in Tower Centre at Business as Usual on the main concourse near the casino” Mr. Miguel relay the info into the phone he laughs and he is funny and very care free, wow for someone who was nearly mauled a few minutes ago he recovers quit well.

  “Ok Aria thank you for the use of your phone now I am going to need a new tuxedo” he hands me back my cell, I slip it back into my pocket of my pencil skirt and walk over to the tuxedo’s and pull our award winning Tristan Tuxedo, it has won design accolades for its cut, style, silhouette, clarity and the way it fits and flairs the male frame, but what brings in the customers is always the feel of the fabric, it is simply rich and luxurious, you won’t want to take your hands off your guy when he is in this suit..

  “I would say you are a forty jacket, and twenty-eight pants and thirty-two inseam?” I look at him as I reach and pull do
wn the jacket and matching dress pants.

  “Yes how did you know that?” he smiles at me and I got him to trust me.

  “It’s my job to know that sir” I grab a cummerbund and a crepe shirt, the perfect black stone studs and of course one of my must have handmade ties and a sexy crepe bowtie, to see which he prefers.

  His eyes follow me as I literally waltz around the store and gather as I go, pulling and tugging all the elements that I need to make him look irresistible in our signature tuxedo. He watches me as I grab him news socks, I also make sure I match the cufflinks and studs. It’s pretty easy to dress a man in a tux if you start with the basics as I am pulling everything from the shelves, he is still eyeing me, I make quick work of locating everything and then I look at him, oh wow his eyes are captivating, he is beyond handsome. Soft spoken and captivating, I have never heard him speak English, he only sings in Spanish. I smile sweetly at him and he knows he can trust me to make him look great.

  Ok Luis right this way, he follows me over to the fitting area which has a crystal chandler over a table and two club chairs on an oriental rug. A three way mirror on the wall is essential for that all over view at every angle and there is a dressing room on either side of the mirrors.

  I put him into one of our large fitting rooms that houses a chair a mirror and a desk, I hang everything for him on the wall hook, he hands me his jacket that is all tattered and torn, his smile is charming, he has these eyes that are always at half mass I call them bedroom eyes because franking you just want to take him to your bedroom when he looks at you like that.

  “Um I will see if we can fix your tuxedo, you know repair the seams, but for tonight I hope this will suit your liking?” he smiles at me and I am like a kid in a candy store, well I’m like a kid with her crush in my own store!

  I take his jacket from him, it’s from Gucci and the fabric is fantastic, see all great minds think alike.

  “Actually I am sure I can fix this and have it ready for you tomorrow” he looks at me and smiles that killer sexy smile of his, wow I am getting over heated just standing next to him.

  “Aria this is great thank you so much” he goes to undo his belt and I get nervous is he going to undress in front of me! I turn and walk out of the dressing room. Yeah I know a lot of you would have stayed and helped the poor man out of his pants but I have had enough of that this past week. Jeez why are men dropping their pants at my feet this week?

  I shut the door behind me, my heart is racing and I hold his jacket close to me wow he smells amazing he wear wait, oh wow he wears Safari by Ralph Lauren, my kind a guy, I always knew he would smell great.

  I grab some shears and cut the loose strings from his jacket, wow it is a mess, I grab a bottle of Safari from the display case. I carry a lot of the high end fragrances for men. I check the label on his jacket yes made in Italy of course, wow the material is simply amazing, I have to say nice cut, good fit on him, but whoever grabbed this sleeve they had only thing on their mind, and wow she must have had one hell of a hold on him, they ripped it and shredded the lining, you can tell they had nails or claws, but I think I can repair this and no one would be the wiser.

  He comes out of the dressing room and the pants are a perfect fit, as I knew they would be, the shirt I have to cut off the tickets and tags, he stands in front of the three way mirror shirt open he is built, his tan chest has no smatter of hair anywhere he must shave it or have it waxed, but wow very nice, he could be a model easy, clothes fit him perfectly. He really brings this suit to life as I stand in front of him and put in the studs one by one. I make my way from his neck down to his waist I am the constant professional I never touch a client and I sure as hell would never abuse the privilege I have been afforded.

  I don’t tuck either, I let the guys tuck their shirts in. I kinda like to watch them do it, I have been known to pull them out, but only if I know them intimately, but mostly I leave that to them. The studs look great they are simple elegant and set the whole shirt, they are your basic removable buttons that go into a tuxedo shirt so you can have any color, shape or style button you like and change the look from simple to daring just by altering different studs.

  He tucks in his shirt in front of me and I fucken melt, it’s the way they do it. I turn because he is wearing black underwear and he’s got a pretty impressive package, and I don’t need to be seeing this.

  I busy myself with unboxing everything. I grab the cummerbund and affix it properly at his waste, he is built, his muscles are flexed through his shirt and he smells amazing, no I am not getting wet for him, I just think he is cute and he sings beautifully, there is only one man who gets me wet and I’m not allowed to see him anymore.

  Our eyes meet in the mirror, my brown eyes just melt as his green eyes gaze at him he leans back to adjust the cummerbund, I am behind him, he is so intoxicating, no wonder these women pawed the hell out of him, and tried to rip his clothes off him, look at him, he screams sex from a mile away.

  A thought crosses my mind, I get to reap the rewards and dress him back up, yeah life can’t get any better than this. I give him a shy smile as I continue dressing this gorgeous man, I have almost completed the look.

  “I have the matching cufflinks as well Luis, please allow me, if I may” I stand in front of him and this is what men love when women dress them, it is a whole seduction thing I think, from the tiny hope that I might brush against his skin to the feeling of something moving at his wrist and I don’t touch him, I think that is even hotter, it’s the anticipation. He offers me his wrist as he holds it out to me, I crease back the French cuff with my French tip fingernail on this beautiful French crepe shirt that fits him ever so nice, his arms and his neck bring out the detail, sheer perfection he is a classic forty long, my clothes fit him too well. They hang nicely on him and he is built so they fit and flair where I intended them to. I very carefully adorn the cufflink at his wrist and notice his Omega watch, very nice, he offers me his other wrist and I adorn the other ever so gently without touching him at all. I have to say I love my job, it is fun, sexy, exciting and the perks, hell it doesn’t get any better than this.

  He checks out my handy work and looks at himself in the mirror behind me. Yeah he is easy on the eyes, him in my tuxedo and those bedroom eyes of his, jeez if I wasn’t already getting married and had taken a lover, he sure as hell would be in the running. I stand in front of him holding out the matching black crepe bowtie that I made just a few days ago for this very suit.

  “Now Luis are you feeling a Windsor knot or a classic bowtie?” he is handsome and debonair, just simply amazing as our eyes meet in the mirror, his killer sexy smile could get me in trouble but I think I can hold my own, he doesn’t get me like that he is just beautiful to look at.

  “You have done such a great job at dressing me this evening I think it’s ladies choice” I walk slowly around him as I check for tags and stickers or tickets, and he is quite tall, thank goodness I am in six inch stilettos.

  “I choose bowtie, I think everyone is coming to see you tonight expecting you in a classic tuxedo”

  “May I Luis?” he looks at me with those green bedroom eyes of his and I bite my lip, oh he is so adorable.

  “Yes of course Aria please” he nobs, I button the top button of his shirt without touch him, I lift up his collar very slowly.

  “Chin up please” his smile is so sexy, he really knows how to work it as he looks at me. I snake the bowtie around his neck and tie it perfectly from point to tip, in a matter of seconds, I turn down the taught humble collar that is not over exaggerated, I think that is what makes this shirt look so sexy, is its subtle, with a simplistic silhouette, but I have to restrain myself, I love pulling bow-ties off of men, I don’t know what it is about them, maybe I think I am pulling a bow loose from a present, but if I could line up twenty guys and run along them and yank them all loose how adorable is that.

  “Aria you are right, so many people get all dressed up, it is like New Year’s Eve at my c
oncerts, it’s a great time, have you ever been to one of my concerts?”

  “Sadly I have not, no I work all the time, I hardly have the time to get married which is this weekend?”

  “Really Aria, congratulations that is wonderful” I step aside as he looks at himself in the three way mirror. I grab the jacket and hold it out for him as he slips it on; I adjust the shoulder for him and gently roll the lint brush over his shoulders to make sure it is clean and free of any debris. I don’t think anyone is really completely dressed without perfume or cologne so I reach over and pick up the bottle of Safari.

  “I believe this is you, Safari by Ralph Lauren?” he is all smiles and elations and I think he is impressed by the little shop girl.

  “Yes! I don’t even want to know how you knew that” I spray it into the air as he walks into it so it doesn’t stain anything, you really shouldn’t ever spray cologne or perfume on clothing it might leave a stain, it’s best if you simply spray on pulse points and as your body heats it perfumes and permeates, and of course always spray it into the air and walk into it so it hits you and give off a pleasant subtle scent, not one that is over bearing, you should only smell it when you are next to the person not a mile away, that is over bearing and very trashy in my humble opinion.

  I put down the bottle on the table between the two club chairs and look at my creation, oh wow he is poetry in motion, he looks like a groom, and he will definitely have the audience swooning at his feet.

  “Aria you are amazing just perfection gracias senorita”

  One last thing I grab the seam ripper and slash open the pockets to the jacket, I always make a French seam and slip it open for all the customers.it is a finished look to any jacket and gives it that rich detail.

  Must not forget ‘the piesta resistance’ a white crepe pocket square, that matches his shirt I fold it and tuck it neatly in his breast pocket so an inch or so shows, I stand back and look at what I have thrown together in a little over twenty minutes and even I am amazed how handsome he looks, he walked in tattered and torn in a priceless Gucci tux and is walking out a show stopper, to him he is amazed, for me, it’s Business as Usual.

 

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