Furious, I closed myself in the bathroom to think. I knew that if Sebastian was to come back I didn’t want to see him. At least not right away. Not in my fragile state. Not since he’d left to go after her.

From the safety of the bedroom, I’d heard the front door close with a heavy thunk, the apartment settled, like a shroud had been draped across the whole place, muffling any sound. Tentatively I’d called out to him, but he wasn’t there. He’d made his choice and chased after Sarah. Leaving me behind, my head full of questions, buzzing as if I had a bee stuck in my ear.

It was then I’d thrown the latch and jumped into the shower, letting the water splash on my face to hide the tears. If I pretended I didn’t care, or that the spray running down my cheeks, my body, and swirling down the drain didn’t also contain my misery, then maybe I would be okay.

I reminded myself I’d been through worse and that this, him, being here, was all a means to an end. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love. I let out a guffaw, followed up by a pitiful whimper. Love… this couldn’t be love. One didn’t fall for someone in the space of a few minutes. This wasn’t a fairytale or a movie, and I certainly wasn’t Meg Ryan or a cartoon princess.

The temperature of the water dropped as I wrenched the dial to the far left. I needed to be cold, harden my heart to stone, and get the job done. The sudden change shocked my now-shivering body. My lungs expanded forcefully as I tried to draw in a breath. But I endured the freezing spray, my punishment for being so damn stupid. It was as if I thought I could cool my desire for Sebastian too, plunge the silliness that I’d gotten so carried away with into a bucket of ice water. Freeze it so it would be easier to manage, my emotions less messy in that state.

What it did instead was make me angry. I wrenched the shower off and lunged for a towel from the rack, wrapping it around my body, trying to get my shakes under control.

“Anna?”

I sat on the lid of the toilet and closed my eyes, even if my teeth weren’t chattering I had no wish to speak to him. To let him explain as men always tried to do when they knew they’d done wrong. Try to tell me it was all in my head, that the pretty ex who’d turned up half-naked, ready for sex, wasn’t his idea of a perfect, saucy morning.

“Anna? Are you in there?”

I bit my tongue. Of course, I’m in here you fool! I wanted to shout. Where else would I be?

The doorknob rattled but finding it locked, Sebastian stopped his efforts.

“I want to explain, Anna. But I’m not going to have a conversation about this through the door. Come out, will you?”

I heard him let out a loud sigh when I didn’t reply. “Okay,” he continued, “I get it. You need your space. I have to get to work though. I really don’t want to leave us like this, especially after an amazing night. But we’ll talk later?”

Despite myself, I found myself nodding. It had been a fantastic night and I did want to talk to him. Fling open the door and forget this morning’s interruption. He had come back after all. It wasn’t as if he’d chased after her and stayed away. But who knows what he had said to her… what had he promised Sarah?

He moved away and I heard the runners of the chest of drawers open, then close. After a few minutes, he was back, his shadow disrupting the bright line across the floor at the base of the bathroom door.

“I’d really like to get in there and clean up, but I guess you’re not going to let me in or come out? Good thing there’s a shower at the office.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Anna, at least let me know you’re okay? I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Please go. I’m okay,” I replied quietly, hoping to keep the emotion that had bottled itself up in my throat at bay. But at the last word, my voice cracked and I slammed a hand over my mouth. Thankfully he seemed not to notice.

“Good. I’ll be back later. And for what it’s worth I am sorry about all this.”

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As soon as I heard him leave I got dressed and started to plan my next move. I had the cash Sebastian had given me and was determined to make good on my promise to Mr. Kershaw at the care home. It wouldn’t clear the balance, not by a long shot, but it would make a small dent and prove to the manager that I was good for the rest. A few more weeks of playing house and stringing Sebastian along would do the trick.

At the kitchen counter, I stopped to nibble at a croissant. The island was still scattered with the breakfast items Sarah had brought with her and in her haste to leave, left behind. I had half a mind to throw the pastries, strawberries, and pieces of melon, into the trash and let the small jug of orange juice trickle away down the drain. But my traitorous stomach growled as I passed by and I couldn’t resist taking a bite. After Sebastian had put me through my paces last night, I needed the calories.

I popped another mouthful of the buttery pastry into my mouth and caught a glimpse of the engagement ring that was on my finger. I flexed my hand, extending my fingers, studying it some more. Then with a flash of guilt, I twirled it around so only the band was now on display, the gem hidden on the underside.

But just having the band showing wasn’t right either. It resembled a thin wedding ring, tricking me into thinking we’d already done the deed, gone down the aisle and said our vows.

Frustrated I took the thing off altogether and jammed it in my pocket. I didn’t want to look at it; a constant reminder of what I couldn’t have, never mind that I was thinking about getting rid of it altogether. Planning on finding the nearest pawnshop and haggling until I got a decent price.

That would be another chunk of change that could be removed from what was owed to the care home.

Now my hand felt awfully bare. I’d only worn it for a night but it had been mine and it had come from Sebastian.

Swallowing the last of my breakfast and washing the sadness down with a couple of sips of juice, I froze when a chime echoed through the apartment. It sounded like the doorbell. Hesitantly I rose and padded down the short hallway toward the front door, doing my best not to make any noise. I’d just look to see who it was.

I wasn’t sure exactly why I was so nervous, I mean at times I did feel like I didn’t belong here—and of course, there was some truth to that—but perhaps it was Sarah coming back for round two? Determined to get her man back once and for all. I wasn’t sure I could hold my own in a one-on-one confrontation, having to be careful how I spoke. Because if Sarah found out I was an imposter, that would be it.

Game over. No more money, no more Sebastian.

And Gran would be thrown out… we’d both end up homeless.

The bell chimed again and there was a rap at the door. “They sent me up. I have a delivery for you!” a male voice called as if he knew I was on the other side. I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t Sarah.

Without thinking, or taking the time to look through the peephole, I cracked the door open, ready to accept whatever Sebastian was having delivered. Perhaps it wasn’t enough for the concierge downstairs to sign for it and it had to be handed over in person.

A man with a round, deceptively kind face, wearing a brown baseball cap, gave me an obligatory smile and thrust a box, the size of a toaster, towards me.

“You need to sign for it,” he said without any niceties.

“Oh, sure, okay. Do you have a pen?” I asked, accidentally letting my fake accent slip. It was okay, I told myself, this was just some random guy, a delivery person who didn’t know Sebastian, or me, for that matter. There was no way Sebastian would find out.

He rolled his eyes, then pointed at the top of the clipboard he’d presented, where a ballpoint Bic was tucked inside the hollow of the bulldog clip.

“Sorry,” I replied with a wince and scribbled my name at the bottom of the slip.

“Here, too.” He turned over the page to a second sheet. Then scooped up a bouquet of flowers I’d failed to notice from the side and handed them over.

A wash of perfume enveloped me as I took them into my arms, no time to gush over them as I tried to balance the box, the flowers, and the clipboard.

Promptly the delivery man took possession of the clipboard and turned to leave. Over his shoulder, he threw a mandatory, “Have a nice day,” containing no enthusiasm whatsoever. That was a man with no job satisfaction at all.

I scooted around the door and bumped it with my rump, to get it to close while I managed the deliveries. The flowers were exquisite. An explosion of exotic color. I could almost taste their vibrancy.

I buried my nose into the bouquet and breathed in the tropical scent. If I closed my eyes, I could almost swear that I was on a pristine sandy beach, feet in the crystal turquoise waters.

The light purple orchids, next to the shocking pink tiger lilies, were my favorites from the whole bouquet, but together with the rest, the poppies, bearded irises infused with a peach tint, it was all so perfect. Even the clashing yellow roses seemed to fit. In fact, I couldn’t help but smile, momentarily forgetting that I was still kinda angry with Sebastian.

“Wait!” a distant voice called from behind me. I turned and leaned back as the door almost came to a close. “Hang on a minute!”

Advancing toward the apartment was a tall stranger, not the same guy from before. Over his suited arm, he carried at first glance a garment bag. He rushed to put his foot over the threshold to stop the door from closing.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” I called out with a frown. Discarding the box and the flowers to one side I moved to grab hold of the door, to stop this man, who seemed very intent on getting inside the apartment, from entering. I pushed it as hard as I could, trapping his foot. He yelled and braced himself against the wood.

“Shit. Just a wait a minute, I’m here to deliver this!”

“Oh…” I said blushing, ashamed of hurting the guy but still not entirely convinced. My past experiences were urging me to be cautious. I squinted at him. “You don’t look like a delivery guy.” He followed my gaze, looking him up and down. Since when did men who looked like they belonged in a fashion shoot or a law office start moonlighting as delivery men?

“Well, I’m not. But this week I have no other choice,” he said and didn’t elaborate any further. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just in a rush.”

“Erm, okay then?”

“Are you not going to let me in?”

“Why would I? I don’t know you.”

“Oh, I thought Sebastian would’ve told you. My bad, I’m Gerard,” he said with a warm smile. “I should’ve known he would forget.”

“Forgot what exactly?”

“That I was delivering the dress today.” Gerard paused, his eyes going wide with concern, “You know, for the wedding? I presume it’s for you? You must be Anna?”

“Oh! Right, of course!” I replied, my stomach doing somersaults as the meaning dawned on me. Sebastian wasn’t kidding when he said wanted a bride… a ring and now a wedding dress? He wasn’t leaving anything to chance, not even letting his bride chose her own gown.

But I didn’t have time to be angry let alone question his motives not when I’d just realized that for the last few minutes of this encounter I’d been talking in my normal, everyday American accent. I locked my lips together as if that could rewind or erase what had been said. Silently I cursed myself for being so careless. That damn delivery guy from before had thrown me off, and I’d foolishly let my guard down.

There was no turning back now. I just had to hope that Gerard and Sebastian weren’t firm friends and that this wouldn’t get back to him.

Gerard held up the garment bag, his finger hooked under the metal loop. “Here you go, it should fit like I glove… in theory,” Gerard said, adding the last bit under his breath.

“What do you mean?” I said as I took possession of the bag. The thing wasn’t light as I expected it to be and I turned to find a place to hang it up.

Gerard followed me inside. “Well, it was specially made. Sebastian didn’t tell you that either, did he?”

I shook my head, glancing at him as I finally managed to find a spot to hang the dress, cleverly utilizing a curtain rod, as I digested all this new information. I was being battered with realizations. I’d completely forgotten about Sebastian mentioning in his online ad needing a bride that had certain, specific measurements. It had been odd of course, but since I was the size he was looking for and I was desperate to get back home, I paid it no mind. Oh, Anna, what have you gotten yourself into? I scolded myself.

“Of course not, trust him to forget. Why don’t you take a look, see what you think,” he said nodding to the covered dress. Gerard’s dark, handsome face broke out into an eager, encouraging smile.

My eyes drifted back to the dress, hand reaching for the zipper. Was Gerard the creator of the dress, I wondered? The designer? I didn’t want to come right out and ask, in case I was wrong and offended him. But I indulged the man anyway. Perhaps he just wanted to see my reaction. “Sure, why not?”

Swiftly I unzipped the bag and peeled back the protective layer.

My foot faltered as I stood back, amazed at the design. This was no ordinary wedding gown. My hand went to my chest as I felt my breath leave me. The golden tones of the ensemble paired with my coloring would have me feeling and looking like a princess. And for an indulgent second I imagined myself wearing the dress, the sweetheart neckline and twinkling fabric billowing around my legs, as I walked down the aisle, Sebastian waiting for me.

“By the look on your face, I would think that you are pleased?”

“It’s gorgeous,” I managed to say thickly, feeling like my heart had swelled to twice its size, unable to fit in my chest. Overcome, I wrapped my arms around Gerard, surprised at the tears that trickled down my cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Whoa, I certainly hope those are happy tears?” Gerard questioned as hugged me back.

I quickly let go of the stranger I’d only just met—I really had to stop doing that—embarrassed, and fluttered my hands to dry my cheeks. “Sorry, it’s just so beautiful.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you like it, you’re gonna knock Baz dead. Oh and here don’t forget the shoes.” I put the box down still eyes on the dress. Gerard coughed then lifted his arm, shucking back his jacket sleeve. “Well, I better be off. More deliveries to make. No rest for the wicked,” he said with a roll of his eyes and an amused chuckle. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“You will? I mean… huh?”

“The wedding, silly. It’s on Saturday.”

My mouth gaped but Gerard was already leaving, halfway across the room.

“Bye,” he called.

“Bye,” I whispered back. Stunned.

A couple of days?

Was the wedding that soon?

I sank to the nearest chair, not trusting my legs to keep me standing. Holy shit.

But what else could I have expected? He’d flown me to America with barely a chat, proposed on the very first night, and we’d leaped into bed without thinking anything of it. I should have known that he was not one to wait by now. He’d already ordered the dress before he’d even met me. Was it so far-fetched to believe he’d also arranged a whole wedding too?

This was surely going too far? There was no way I could stay now, not when the timetable had been moved up so much. I was expecting that he give me some time to get acquainted here, with him, with my supposed new country… to make sure it was a right fit. And selfishly so I could keep on receiving those weekly allowance checks he’d promised.

But Sebastian obviously had other plans.

So did I. I couldn’t forget that.

Pushing the swirl of guilt that warmed my stomach away, I tilted my head, staring at the gown before me, and wondered how much I could get for it on eBay, or if pawnshops even accepted wedding dresses.

There was only one way to find out.