by Tia Wylder
“I know, I know, but, wow! I didn’t expect it to turn out so well, especially with Daniel insisting that you have such bad taste,” Tiffany grinned, nudging her fiancé in the ribs. Danielle leveled a glare at her brother, and he raised his hands to placate her.
“Maybe I’m the one with bad taste,” he muttered to appease them.
“You did not just say that on your wedding day,” Melody came blandly from behind him. He jolted, turning to face her with a critical expression.
“I finished the slideshow. Shouldn’t people be arriving soon? You two need to get dressed. Danielle and I will go ahead and load up the decorations and meet you at the venue.” She glanced towards Danielle, smiling slyly. “I like the arch, Danni. It totally screams Tiffany, more than even your brother.”
Danielle huffed, leering at Melody. “You’re just upset that she can actually make him scream.” Daniel stiffened, but Melody simply rolled her eyes, stepping forward to take Danielle by the arm. “H-hey,” Dannielle began, only to be cut short by her ex-sister-in-law.
“Come on, moody. We need to get the place ready for these crazy kids. And besides, I’ve developed more refined tastes since your brother,” Melody hummed, giving Danielle an appraising look. Danielle squeaked, and looked to Daniel for assistance. The man simply shrugged his shoulders, leading Tiffany back towards the house while the women bickered in the background.
“So, what’s the plan? You get your dress, sneak off to the venue while me and the kids get ready?” Daniel inquired in a hum. Tiffany nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips before drawing away.
“I actually need you to stay in the den with the kids. I’ll sneak out the back and give you a call when it’s safe for you to leave,” she murmured. She hesitated a moment, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe that this is really happening, after all we’ve been through. I wonder if I’ve actually died and gone to heaven,” she murmured. Troy glanced up from his place on the floor, making a face.
“No, Aunt Melody is here, and she’s like… demonic. I don’t think she’d be allowed in heaven,” he muttered, and Amanda screeched indignantly before slapping his shoulder.
“Momma isn’t demonic. She’s just… eccentric!” The young girl argued. Tiffany gave Daniel a parting kiss before slipping upstairs to grab her dress. Daniel watched the children bicker back and forth, even as they harmoniously worked together on the decor. It was not dissimilar to the way the entire family dynamic worked together. Organized chaos in a way, he supposed.
He sat on the couch, listening as the back door opened and closed to indicate that Tiffany had snuck away. Taking that as his cue, he rose to his feet, grabbing each of the children by the hand and leading them upstairs. He led Troy to the bathroom, Amanda to her room just opposite the hall, and stepped back to consider them.
“Be careful getting dressed now. Fairy tale or not, Miss Tiffany is really looking forward to a nice family event,” he announced. Troy grumbled, but nodded his head before retreating into the bathroom.
“Of course, daddy,” Amanda announced cheerfully, closing herself in her room. Satisfied, Daniel slipped away to his own bedroom to grab his specially tailored tuxedo. He knew Tiffany would be getting ready at the venue and he would not be allowed to see her until the ceremony. As far as his own attire, however, he supposed it was just as well that he dressed before leaving. They were becoming increasingly pressed, so anything to cut down on the preparations could only be a good thing.
The three emerged from their respective rooms around the same time, and Daniel had to admit that his little family cleaned up rather nicely. With the kids in tow, he slinked downstairs and out the front door. Getting in the car, he examined his reflection in the rearview mirror for a long moment. He only hoped he looked as nicely as he was sure Tiffany dreamed of. He had no time to worry about that now. Next stop, the wedding venue. Then, on to the rest of their lives.
When he arrived outside the venue, the parking lot was already nearly full. He sighed as he realized that Tiffany must have tacked some names on the guest list when he hadn’t been looking. As much as he’d wanted it to be a small affair, he couldn’t find it within him to begrudge his future wife. The kids scrambled out of the backseat, rushing towards the back lawn where the arch was likely being set up. He trailed behind, walking up in time to see Melody and Danielle bickering over the placement of the arch.
“As the maid of honor, I feel like my opinion is the most crucial,” Danielle snipped. Melody quirked her lips in a wry smile, shifting the arch what must have been less than half an inch.
"As the best woman, I feel like you are dead wrong, and you should listen to me," the slender woman announced. Danielle reddened in irritation, glancing to Daniel with a petulant expression.
“I thought when you two divorced, I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore,” she griped. Melody chuckled, leaning against the arch.
“Aww, well you just need to stop looking so cute when you’re flustered,” Melody teased. Danielle reddened even further, stomping off to leave Melody with the arch.
“Do you really have to get her so riled up? Since things got screwed up with Troy’s dad, you know she’s so sensitive,” Daniel gently chastised his ex-wife. She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said it was cute,” Melody confessed with a sly grin. Daniel looked vaguely taken aback, scrutinizing his ex-wife through narrowed eyes. “What can I say, Danny boy I’m all about keeping it in the family,” Melody announced, winking at her ex-husband before slipping away to finish the decor. He watched her go, a faint warmth blossoming in his chest. Though it was strange for his ex-wife to be showing an interest in his sister, he was relieved to see her back to her old ways. She had been so unhappy for so long…
It wasn’t the time to think of that, however. He shuffled away to get ready for the upcoming wedding, watching as guests began to fill the seats. Troy led each person to their seat, acting as politely as a young boy was able. Daniel was proud of the young man, knowing he had an even rougher time since his parents had broken things off.
Time passed, and Daniel was ushered into place at the end of the aisle. Melody stood off to his side, dressed in a black dress that was a bit too provocative considering the occasion. He couldn’t have expected less. The wedding march played, and Amanda marched down the aisle, looking the most adorable he had ever seen her in her pastel pink flower girl dress. She threw silk flower petals along the aisle, and his eyes were drawn away from her as a collective gasp erupted from the crowd. Vaguely worried that something had gone wrong, he looked in the direction he knew Tiffany would be coming from… only to have his mouth fall agape as well. He could see why the crowd had gasped, it was all he could do to catch breath himself. Tiffany shone like a diamond in the white, mermaid cut wedding gown. Her veil obscured her face, but his heart pounded in his chest as she marched down the aisle. Danielle was doubling as maid of honor, as well as giving Tiffany away, so the two marched arm in arm down the aisle.
"Beautiful," he heard Melody gasp, and he had to fight a smile, suspecting that it wasn't Tiffany that his ex-wife was wrapped up in. While he had to admit his sister looked nice, he had no idea how anyone could have eyes for someone besides his beautiful fiancée. Tiffany and Danielle cleared the final distance to the altar, and Danielle hesitated a moment, considering Melody with a blush before she realized she needed to get in position. A laugh resonated through the crowd, and Daniel could hear Tiffany's joyful laughter as well. She stepped up before him, and the minister spoke the basic wedding vows. He knew he should be listening closely, but he was too distracted staring at the beautiful figure of his wife.
Though this was his second wedding, it still felt exciting and new. As much as he loved the figure of his fiancée in her wedding dress, he also couldn’t wait until they were at their vacation destination and her wedding dress lay in a pile on the floor. He shook off this thought as h
e realized he was supposed to be repeated after the minister. He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Come again?” He inquired with a weakened voice.
“Oh boy,” Melody groaned, and another laugh permeated the crowd. The minister looked less amused, but repeated himself through the vows that Daniel had chosen. Once Daniel was done, Tiffany recited her vows perfectly, as if she had rehearsed them dozens of times. He realized belatedly that she likely had.
“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death do you part?” The minister announced solemnly. Daniel reddened, feeling the eyes of the entire crowd upon him. However, Tiffany reached out to take his hand and it was as if the rest of the world fell away.
“I do,” he vowed with a gleam in his eyes. The words were repeated for Tiffany, and her voice was watery when she spoke.
“I do, too. I mean… yeah! I do! I totally do!” She blurted, and Daniel couldn’t fight the smile that crept up his face as he saw the blush rising on her shoulders. The minister rolled his eyes at their antics, and Daniel was certain he heard Melody mutter something about the stick up his ass. He snorted, lifting Tiffany’s veil away from her face. Tears streamed down her flushed face, but he was certain it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life.
“Then… with the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the minister wrapped up the ceremony in a monotone voice.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Daniel quipped, drawing Tiffany into his arms and pressing their lips together in a searing kiss. The crowd cheered, their clapping and shouts uproarious as Daniel only deepened the embrace he held with his new wife. She giggled against his lips, drawing away and pressing her lips to his ear.
“Save it for the honeymoon, stud,” she whispered. He rumbled a laugh, drawing her back into his arms. He felt as if he would burst out of his suit, and it pained him to have to wait to share his wedding night with his new bride. However, they still needed to attend the reception and entertained the guests. Allowing Tiffany to lead him towards the reception area, he mused he had waited so long already. A few hours more couldn’t hurt.
Not when it was but a few hours until eternity.
The Boss & The Intern
Chapter 1: Best Foot Forward
“Okay. You are Elizabeth Adams. You are so strong and fierce that your middle name might as well be Tiger. But it isn’t. Keep to the facts.” Elizabeth smoothed out the wrinkles that had formed on the front of her black dress from sitting in the car. Her palms were starting to sweat. Flipping down the mirror on her visor, she tidied up her lipstick and made eye contact with her reflection. “They would be lucky to have you. You’ve got this.” She took a deep breath and fixed a dazzling smile on her face.
Page Industries stretched itself before her. Crisp steel and black walls made it seem intimidating and strong. Butterflies flitted through her stomach, and she fought back an excited squeal. Somehow, even in heels, she managed to take the steps two at a time. The door was harder to open than she had imagined, and it caught her off guard.
Inside, the building sparkled with dark tile that glinted in the light. Elizabeth tugged her dress into place and straightened her shoulders. Brushing a strand of dark hair back into place, she leaned on the receptionist’s desk, “Hi! I’m here for an interview. I’m trying to become an—”
Her bubbly voice was cut off sharply by the receptionist’s dry tones, “Go down to the conference room on the left. Knock before you go in.”
“Oh. Okay then. Thank you!” Determined not to let the other woman’s rudeness ruin her mood, she strutted down the hall and opened the conference door.
“Weren’t you told to knock first?” Bright blue eyes pierced her from behind a long table. A striking man with broad shoulders and a beard that make him look rugged gazed back at her.
Shoot! She hadn’t even been here five minutes yet, and she had already messed up. Pressing her lips into an apologetic smile, she knocked on the door that she was still holding open, “Sorry, I’m just so excited to be here.”
The man in the conference room sighed, “It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?”
“Right. Let’s start over.” She held out her hand to him, “I’m Elizabeth Adams. I’m here to interview for the intern position.”
“Nice to meet you, Lizzie.” He maintained eye contact as he held her hand in his for just a second too long.
The intoxicating mixture of his eyes and his handshake made her stomach do a summersault, but that was abruptly brought to a screeching halt when he shortened her name. She winced, “Just Elizabeth, please.” He raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything. Unsure of what to do with the silence, words began rattling out of her mouth, “Thank you so much for letting me come in today. I know it might be hard to believe, but this is my dream job. Well, this isn’t, but the job that comes after this one is.”
“So, this isn’t your dream job?” He pulled his arms back closer to his body and leaned his fingers into a steeple.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Elizabeth could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. “I just meant that this is a terrific opportunity. I want to intern here so that I can get my foot in the door to be the next concierge, you know? Page Industries is such a renowned company, and being involved in even a small portion of that would be amazing.”
“So, you don’t want to be an intern?” He wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily. She squirmed under the pressure, and he had to force back a smile.
She was beginning to get flustered. “I’m tripping over my words, but I am the best candidate you will see for this job. I am hard working and enthusiastic. My wanting to move up should be a plus for this job, not a negative. It just means that I must do well here to get to my dream job. If that isn’t motivation enough to make someone be the best intern this company has ever seen, then they don’t deserve to be a part of this company!”
He let a small silence settle over the room. The smile that had been fighting to come out finally crept over his lips into a smirk, “I agree.”
“You do?” The fire that had blazed in her eyes as she was talking softened.
“I agree that you are the best candidate I am going to see for this job, because you are the only candidate I am going to see for this job.”
“What?”
“You already had the job before you even came in here. Why do you think I was here to meet you?”
“I just thought this was an interview.” Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open. She got the job? “Wait. You made me go through all of that when I already had the job?!” Embarrassment colored her face.
He chuckled, “One of my perks. Make sure you see Adeline on your way out. She’ll give you your schedule. You start tomorrow.”
He pushed himself away from the desk and opened the door to leave, but she stopped him, “I’m still confused. ‘One of your perks.’ What does that mean?”
A young woman with a clipboard caught him at the door, “Mr. Page, could you look over this paperwork, please?”
He took the clipboard and glanced over it, “I’ll get this back to you later, Miranda.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened, “Mr. Page?!” She trailed after him, star struck. He was much younger than she had imagined.
“You know, for someone who says she has a dream job with my company, you don’t seem to have done much research.” He gave her one more smirk before disappearing into an office. The nameplate beside the door read his name in bold, silver letters: Derrick Page.
Having trouble catching her breath, Elizabeth wandered back to the lobby. She had just had an interview with the Derrick Page. It was hard to keep her mouth from gaping open. Her feet carried her on autopilot towards the front door.
“Do you want your schedule or not?” The woman from the front desk glared at her and waved a piece of paper at her.
Oh! She had completely forgotten about
that. “Thanks.” She smiled victoriously as she looked down at the piece of paper clutched in her hand. She did it. She got the job!
Elizabeth bounded down the steps leading up to the building. Was it just her, or was the sun shining brighter now? Everything seemed cleaner and more vibrant. Trying to keep her composure, she managed to wait until she was in her car before she squealed with excitement. Best. Day. Ever.
The memory of Mr. Page’s eyes staring into her, almost laughing at her, made her shiver. This was certainly going to be an interesting experience. She revved up her car’s engine, and it sputtered out of the parking spot towards her new home. The realtor was supposed to meet her there in about half an hour to hand over the keys. Today was going to be full of blessings, in more way than one.
When she eased into the driveway of her new home, a brick mailbox greeted her beside a ‘SOLD’ sign. This was it. A shiny, red convertible was parked on the street. The realtor must already be inside. Elizabeth slid slowly out of her own blue clunker, taking in the sight of her soon-to-be-official home. Beautiful grey siding trimmed with pristine white trim cast a cool shadow over her. It was classy, inviting, and all hers.
“Hello?” She opened the door and peeked around the frame.
“Oh! You caught me.” Greta Kane leaned out of the kitchen. As far as realtors go, she was the most thoughtful in the business. A tray of warm chocolate chip cookies was nestled in her hands. “There is the lady of the hour. You told me you had a job interview today, right? How did it go?”
“I nailed it.” Elizabeth beamed at her, eyeing the cookies.
“Then let’s celebrate!”
Grabbing one of the cookies, she took a big bite, “Oh! Hot, hot! But good. So good.” The chocolate was molten deliciousness in her mouth.
Greta clapped her hands, “I’m so glad you like them. Okay, are you ready to sign the papers?”
“Yes!”
Greta slipped a stack of paper in front of her and handed her a pen. “The former owners are out of state, so it’s just us today. I need you to sign and date where I placed the sticky tabs, and then we’re done.”