They were in the office with mom. I could hear them discussing the wedding plans. Mom was asking them questions. She had a questionnaire for couples to fill out so that she could get all the important details. Mom was a perfectionist. The hundreds of weddings she had planned had all successfully taken place. Arturo wanted mom to help them because he knew her personally, and her reputation as a wedding planner had an excellent rating in quality, and satisfaction. Mom was a very prominent wedding-planner. She had plenty of insight to offer newly engaged couples. She could arrange for just about anything they wanted, from wedding site, reception, flowers, linens, photography and video, dresses, tuxedos, limousines, wedding memorabilia, catering, bakery, seamstress, music and more.
An hour into the meeting, mom came out and said, “Genevieve, would you get the refreshments I prepared and bring them into the office.”
“Sure, mom, I will be glad to bring them. That would be the pitcher of punch, and the plate of appetizer, right?” I said. “Do the appetizers need to be heated up?” I continued.
“Yes, please,” she added and walked back in her office.
“I will be in, shortly. Do not worry, mom. I have it all under control,” I said, not knowing she was no longer listening.
I went into the kitchen, and found the tray that mom liked to use when guests where over. I found three glasses, put ice in them, and placed them on the tray. I put a napkin under each glass, just the way she liked it. Then I went in the refrigerator, grabbed the pitcher, and placed it on the tray, along with the glasses. The appetizers only had to heat up for a couple of minutes. While they heated up, I saw that mom had already taken out plates, forks and more napkins. I took my time, and, perfectly, arranged them on the tray. Mom had a small vase with a rose in it, she had picked out earlier. The rose was white, small, and looked very delicate. Just the right touch, she had said. The appetizers were finished. I placed them in the serving tray, put the toothpicks holder next to them, and realized the presentation was well coordinated. Mom had told me the way to arrange the tray. This was all part of impressing the young couple regarding her knack for details and competence as a wedding-planner.
I fixed my blouse, skirt, and hair. I wanted to make sure that not only the tray looked attractive, but that I did, also. This was my moment, I thought. All eyes will be on me, as I enter the office. He will have no choice but to see me, even if only for a moment. I picked up the tray in my hands, and carefully walked to the office. I was at the door about to enter, when I realized he was standing at the door. Mom had asked him to hold the door open, so that I could come in. He looked so tall, standing in front of me. I saw his eyes, I remembered they were blue. Now, they looked as blue as the ocean. They were looking right at me.
He was smiling and said, “Genevieve, come right in. We were waiting for you.”
I lowered my head and walked right by him. The moment I saw him standing in front of me, I felt a warm sensation go through my body; I could feel my face getting flushed. I was nervous and my whole body was shaking inside my skin. Nobody could see it, but I could feel the rush of emotions traveling through my veins.
“This is bad. This is bad,” I thought. “I need to hurry up and get out of here.”
