Snippet #2151354

"You have a crude sense of humor, you know that?" Benjamin asked rhetorically.

"Oh, yeah?" she returned with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll have to get used to it, Ben. You're going to have to live with a lot more of it. A lot more of me," she whispered the last line against his ear. Then, in a breathless voice she teased, "I can get a lot more down and dirty... If that's what you're into."

Placing a soft kiss on his cheek, Henrietta pulled back and glanced briefly at a clock tower near by before looking at Benjamin, "Looks like it's Cinderella time to prepare for the formal baby-making. The pastor's probably waiting for us at the church right now," then, she jokingly asked, "Why'd you pick the church, anyway? You one of those pastor-wannabes? Because I, for one, am very much an Atheist. I've always wanted to walk down an aisle, though!"

Strolling towards her red skateboard, she flipped it over and stepped a stiletto clad foot on it. She waved Benjamin over, "I hope you bought a ring, sweetheart. I expect something lovely to match my amazing fingers," she grinned, wiggling her ring finger at him.

Pulling her hair back into a pony tail, she wrapped a strand of pearls from her dress around her apricot hair to hold it up. Henrietta's soft strawberry waves were much more beautiful when it was left down to fall over her soft shoulders but she wasn't sure what Benjamin preferred - certainly not me. Why did she care what he wanted anyway?

Tugging on his crisp shirt, she leaned forward and said seriously, "I apologise for not being the woman you wanted. I know I'm... Difficult. But I really will try. Please be patient with me, love?"

Henrietta pulled back from Benjamin and shook her head - that was incredibly uncharacteristic of her. I must be going mad. "Are you driving to the church?" she asked, looking over her naked shoulder at Ben. "Would you like it if I came with you? I can zig-zag across the roads in my skateboard and arrive without a sweat on my pretty little head, don't you worry. Your bride won't look like she ran a marathon," she said with a laugh.

Her fiancé with his light hair was attractive - somehow she only just noticed that. He was quite tall, handsome and, well, kind-looking. His face with its chiseled jaw and intense gaze was one she wouldn't mind looking at for the rest of her life. Not to mention, he was incredibly patient and caring. Henrietta looked sadly away, a heaviness sitting in the pit of her stomach. She actually felt sorry for the poor boy. What was his father thinking? Pairing him up with someone like her?

He's too good for me.