“Jack, will you marry me?”
Christie was on one knee, wearing a one-shoulder red gown, a replica of the one Cate Blanchett had worn to the Academy Awards. She was presenting her boyfriend of one month with a beautiful custom-made white gold engagement ring, encrusted with tiny diamonds. The orchestra she’d hired reached a crescendo. They were playing the theme from the The Notebook, her favorite film.
Christie believed in making her dreams come true. She even had a dream collage for 2015 taped up in her bedroom. It was covered in pictures of wedding gowns, floral arrangements, and honeymoon destinations. That was all she wanted for the year that was almost over. She decided in January to approach her love life the same way she approached her career. She was the youngest VP at her company at age 26. She was the only one of her friends who owned her own home. How did she achieve her success? By not giving up! By asking for what she wanted. If one door shut in her face she banged hard on the next one. Why not approach romance in the same way? Why didn’t more people approach it this way? Go big or go home! That was her motto.
Jack was stunned, but quickly recovered. “Uhhhh…sure!”
She squealed and jumped to her feet, kissing Jack wildly. Leaving documents listing all of her assets and healthy account balances scattered around her home had been a shrewd move. She knew Jack was broke. She’d resorted to picking up guys in the parking lot outside the unemployment office. Hey, it was November, desperate times called for desperate measures. The important thing was she’d achieved her goal. A wedding in December. A winter wonderland theme. Or maybe Frozen…
“I love you,” Jack whispered in her ear. A lie, but that was okay. She’d make getting him to love her next year’s goal. Her 2016 collage was almost finished.
In honor of NaNoWriMo, I’m going to post a new flash fiction story every Monday in November – each incorporating either the word National, Novel, Writing, or Month. Original right? 🙂 Thanks for reading.