I M A G I N E . . .

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Tom intently watched as you pulled back the purple curtains and stepped out of the dressing room. A beautiful dress was perfectly complimenting your figure, Tom's eyes lighting up when he realized the love of his life was standing in front of him.

"You look amazing, love," a smile filled with love fell on his lips.

A small hint of crimson creeped up on your cheeks; still not accustomed with his compliments. Turning around, you were met with the mirror, the corners of your lips slightly curving up with the sight of the saturated satin material hugging your figure perfectly.

You couldn't remember the last time that you had to buy a dress for an event. Hence the fact that your only elegant clothes in your closet consisted of a mere two outfits from your middle school dances. You thought it would be completely weird to show up to your family member's wedding wearing a pair of jeans and a plain old shirt.

Tom carefully turned you around so that your eyes met, and placed both of his hands on the sides of your face.

"You are absolutely breathtaking. I am so in love with you, you have no idea. I definitely want to spend the rest of my life with you," you furrowed your brows, confused as to what Tom was trying to say. Usually he wasn't this sentimental out of the blue.

"Tom, what're you saying?" You questioned. All he did was give you a small smile and a wink.

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oof what is this mans talking about hmmm? well, maybe there's a part two or maybe I'll leave you pondering ;)