Ari

Sassy and I stood in front of a full length mirror, while Milly tapped her finger on her expensive diamond encrusted bracelet. I could sense the irritation on Milly's face as she pushed her white hair behind her ears and sighed.

"Margarette, this is rubbish. I expected much better out of you. The color's all wrong and the fit's all wrong. Frankly, I'm surprised that the designer allowed this piece of fabric to even leave her studio!"

"Mrs. Von Hastings, I can assure you that I will find the perfect dress for the lady here, even if I have to sew it myself," Margarette answered in a manner meant to placate Milly. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Milly just walked over to the window and looked down at the backyard gardens.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Von Hastings, I had forgotten about one dress that the courier brought over this morning. I think it may be exactly what we were looking for." Margarette tucked her strand of sandy blonde hair behind her ears and walked over to the dress rack, pulling out a white, long garment bag.

The dress that was unsheathed from the bag was divine. It was a floor length, sleeveless and deep crimson red gown. If you could have uncorked a bottle of the most expensive red wine money could buy, it wouldn't have even begun to hold a candle to the color of that dress. It was a mermaid silhouette, with lace fabric and a sweeping train; which had an element of sheer see through lace. The V-neckline plunged so far, that it was almost to the navel. Thank god that Margarette assured me that it had a built in bra. The dress had small and subtle beaded embellishments and a left sided slit that came up almost high thigh. When Margarette turned it around to view the back, it had an open back, which slit in a V and came to a point right above the behind.

The dress was almost too sexy for its own good. When I reluctantly tried it on, it gripped each and every curve, accentuating my slightly wider hips and hourglass figure. Thankfully, genetics had gifted me with a fairly adequate bust, but even my 34Ds were hugged in a way that made the dress even sexier. I worried that the dress would scream inappropriate at a black tie charity event.

"Yes! That is it, Dean will love it," Milly cooed in excitement as she clapped her diamond jeweled hands together. "Alright, Margarette, I'm thinking gold shoes."

"As was I. I have the perfect pair, actually." Margarette pulled from a trunk of shoes a pair of elegant looking, peep toed stiletto heels. They had an overall golden glittery appearance, except the heel was straight gold and stood out from the rest of the shoe.

"Holy shit balls!" I turned to look at Sassy who had entered the room and about lost it when she saw the dress I was wearing. She was wearing a floor length black sleeveless gown, that had a plunging slit neckline and came down to her navel. The top of the dress wrapped around the back of her neck in a halter fashion. The skirt was full and made of sweeping black tulle. Underneath she wore a pair of suede red stilettos with a glittery heel. The back of the dress was completely open with no straps, and even though the black was a harsh contrast against her slightly tanned skin and light blonde hair, she looked divine.

"So, I'm guessing Dean will like it?" I looked at her while I checked out my reflection in the mirror.

"Darling, I think Dean and every other man there will be dying to see what it looks like on their floor." She chuckled and then walked over to where an older man was waiting to do her hair and makeup.

Milly was already finished with her styling and was currently wearing her own couture gold gown. She left us alone in the room with Margarette and the stylist, who I learned was named Franco.

"You know, Mrs. Von Hastings absolutely adores you Ms. Blakewell," Margarette informed me, before she packed up the remaining dresses.

"Ari, please."

Margarette nodded her head and then excused herself from the room.

After Franco the stylist was finished, he had done an amazing fishtail braid that cascaded down the left side of my head. Small pieces of loose hair were strategically sweeping around my face. Sassy had an elegant updo of a loose messy bun, with several curls that strayed around her face. Franco had done her makeup more in a smokey manner to accentuate the dress, while mine was more nude tones and a wine colored lip.

After we were finished, I headed down the large staircase, careful to place one foot in front of the other, as to not fall flat on my face. I heard him gasp when I neared the middle of the steps and I looked up at his face; his expression of lust and shock clearly visible.

Dean looked utterly amazing, standing there in his fitted, raven black Armani suit. He was clean shaven and the deep blue of his eyes only made the suit look even more dangerous.

He walked up the stairs and took my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing them over my knuckles.

"God, Ari. I know you're beautiful, but this..." He wrapped his strong arm around me and pulled me into him gently, pressing his lips against mine.

When we hit the bottom step, he wrapped his arm around me and twirled me, leaning into my ear and whispering, "Ari, every single day you give me a million more reasons to love you."

He looked over at me and pressed his lips to mine, ever so gently. When he pulled away, he let out a soft sigh.

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Dean

The Natural History Museum was all decked out to the nines, in beautiful purples and silver colors. Elegant purple clothed tables, with ornate silver centerpieces and large white hydrangea flowers graced each table. Milly walked in first, escorted by her faithful assistant, Marcus.

I, on the other hand, had two beautiful ladies on my arm. On my left arm was Ari, decked out in her drool worthy red dress, which had the whole room turning on their heels to look at her, while Sassy was on my right arm, looking especially beautiful in all black. Sassy planted a kiss on my cheek before excusing herself to go catch up with a few people she recognized from gatherings with her father.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, baby?" I looked over at Ari, who had a look of nervousness in her eyes.

"Everyone's staring." She gulped down a breath of air as she scanned the room with her eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh, because she was right. Every single guy in the room had their eyes on my girl, my soon to be wife. I'd been to lots of these types of functions, with my fair share of girls, but they never stopped a whole room when they entered. I led her over to the bar and grabbed her a flute of champagne, while I ordered a glass of scotch.

When I turned around, Ari was finishing her glass off. "Nervous baby?"

I looked at her, while I wrapped my arm around her waist. She nodded before I grabbed her another glass and escorted her over to our table, where my grandmother was already seated, speaking to a gentleman who I recognized as being on the board of directors for the children's charity that was co-hosting the event.

"Oh, there you are, darling. Mr. Masterson, you remember my grandson Dean and this beautiful girl with him is Ari, his girlfriend, even though I'm still not sure what she sees in my lovely grandson." She let out a chuckle and motioned for us to sit across from her.

I reached over and shook his hand, before pulling out Ari's chair for her. Grandmother turned in Ari's direction as she responded, "Actually, Milly, I think he's a pretty great catch. I mean he is your grandson after all and you've done a wonderful job with him." Ari leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek before giggling.

"Indeed Mildred has, but it's no coincidence how she loves to be in control of everything." My head snapped over to see a man standing at our table. His short grey hair was gelled back and his deep blue eyes locked on me.

Grandmother just waved him off as he sat down. "Hello Dean. Arina, it's nice to see you again, it has been a while."

"Father. I didn't expect you at one of these." I nodded in his direction before diverting my attention back to Ari who was smiling at my father.

"Indeed, Robert, it has been a while. It's very nice to see you again." Ari smiled in his direction, but he just let out a disgusted sigh and got up and headed over to the bar.

"Dean, what was that all about?" She looked over at me with pleading eyes.

"It's really nothing, hunny. Nothing new anyways." I gripped her hand lightly under the table, just as the first course was placed in front of us.

We ate the small portioned food and conversed with the other people at the table during dinner. My father never said much, except to let out the occasional grunt when my grandmother would say something about the direction of the company or about my life in general. I didn't expect anything more from my father, because was very good at being absent, both in business and in my life.

After dinner had been cleared, the band begun to play again and people were getting up and heading to the dance floor. Grandmother excused herself from the table and went to meet up with a few people. I turned to Ari, who was smoothing her dress down and extending my hand, I asked her to dance. I led her over to the floor and wrapped my arm around her, placing my hand at the small of her back and taking her other hand in mine while leaning in close to her.

After the first song, I excused myself from her and headed over to the band and made a request. I headed back to Ari and took her in my arms, waiting for my surprise to commence. When the beginning chords of the guitar sounded, Ari's eyes widened.

As the singer started singing tenderly, I moved with Ari and twirled her when it picked up. I knew it was one of her favorite songs, because she would listen to on repeat on her iPod. She would always tell me how she loved the sultry nature of James Blunt's voice. Not wanting to compete with the great James Blunt, I just kept her pressed up against me, my eyes never leaving hers.

Ari once told me when she had been crying, vegging out in front of her DVD player watching a say chick flick and eating a big tub of chocolate ice cream, that it was her dream love song. She told me about her desire to find that kind of love- a love that ignited a fire within; a fire which threaten to consume your soul. She also told me that she had never in her life experienced that kind of love. She had experienced loving someone with everything she had, but it was never soul consuming.

The truth was, from the first time I saw her, I felt every word that "Bonfire Heart" spoke of. Every single day I spent with Ari ignited that spark within me, a spark that now I didn't know how I ever lived without. I knew from the moment I saw Ari Blakewell, that my life would never be the same.

I twirled her and held her close until the song ended and she looked at me with those ice eyes. I could see all the love she had for me in those eyes, the eyes that trapped my heart underneath them each time she looked at me. She pressed her lips to mine and I kissed her with everything I had, my arms tightening around her, gripping her to me. The world didn't exist when she kissed me. People around us and the strangers that stared didn't matter. When she kissed me, my life ceased to be just mine and began to be ours.

"Ari, I think we found our song." I looked into her eyes and saw the fire behind them.

"Dean..." her voice trailed off for a second before she resumed, "That song was always ours, even before we knew it." I just pressed my lips to hers again and got lost in her.

I finally pulled away, realizing that I was assaulting her with my kiss in the middle of a very public event. She giggled as I pulled away, before she excused herself with a kiss to my cheek and headed in the direction of the public restroom.

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