"Ok I want to know what that dream is all about?" Josie asked as she shook me awake. I looked at her dumb founded. "You know that dream where you kissing some one and saying I do."
"Its just a dream I been having about us getting married." I told her
"It can't be that you've had this dream since the first night we slept together."
"I know I've dreamed of marrying you since the first day I meant you. I don't know why but I have." I told her
"Really I've had dreams like that too. What was I wearing in your dream?" She asked
I told her exactly what the dress she was wearing looked like. I had memorized it in ever detail. I told her about the high collar and the tapered waist. I told her about the beadwork on it along with what her veil looked like. While I told her about it her eyes got bigger and her mouth fell open. When I was finished she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. I was beginning to wonder if I had done something wrong, when she came back into with a magazine. She showed me a picture in it and asked .
"Did the dress in you dream look like this?" When I looked at the picture it was the same exact dress as in my dream
"It looked just like that. That's weird that you would have a picture of it."
"It's weird alright I've had this picture since I was fourteen. When I first saw it I want to be married in it. I can't believe you dream of me wearing it." I couldn't say a thing I just did know what to tell her, finally she said
"Well Grandma told me once that when I found the right man that my mother would approve of I would know it. I think this just proved she was right. Come on lets shower and get dressed I have a good feeling about today." She said as she dropped the magazine on the bed and went into the shower. I took on last look at the picture and then followed her in.
After we showered we were putting on our make up. Josie and I had moved the makeup table from the spare bedroom to her bedroom so we could start at the same time. Josie still finished faster then I did. When she was done she started to pack for the weekend.
She packed two outfits for Nikki and three for Nick along with enough panties and other under garments to last me a week. She packed three pairs of heels and a dozen pairs of stockings. Then she packed for herself. When I had finished my make up she said.
"You do know I expect you to do this from now on. In fact, except for the make up this should have been done yesterday. But since were not engaged yet and you don't know what to pack I'll take care of it this time." Though Josie didn't seem upset I felt guilty that she was doing it. I vowed to never let her do it again.
Once I was dressed and did my hair Josie asked me to but hers into a French braid, which I did. Then I carried all the bags to her car insisting that she couldn't help. This earned me one of her wonderful smiles and I knew that was what I wanted from her.
Just as we were ready to leave she asked, "DO you have the ring?" I pulled the box out of my purse and showed it to her. "Can I take another look at it?"
I took the ring out of its box and then took her left hand and slid the ring on her ring finger. The diamond caught the light and flashed a sparkled in my eye. Josie took her hand and examined the ring. I saw a tear roll down her cheek before I said
"I know it not that big, but I didn't know what size diamond to get. I thought anything bigger would be too heavy."
"It's perfect, anything bigger would just get in the way. I have to wear it the rest of my life and a bigger one would be too much. How did you know what size my finger is, the size is perfect?"
"I borrowed this one to match the size." I told her as I pull one of her rings out of my wallet.
"That's where it went. I was looking for it the other day." She took off the engagement ring and handed it to me then she took the other ring from me and slid it on her finger
"You can wear this one for a while if you want." I told her
"I'd love too, but I shouldn't. I may forget to take it off and that would ruin everything." She said taking my arm as we walked out the door.
We arrived at her mother's house around three in the afternoon. When we pulled in front of the house I was stunned by the size of the place. The mansion was done in a Mediterranean style with a red tile roof. It had sixteen bedrooms, two media rooms, an enormous dinning room, and formal and informal living room three playrooms for the grand children when there were some. Not to mention his and hers studies and Anita's play room.
"Well do you like my house?" Josie asked
"Your house I thought this was your mother's house?" I asked after I got over my amazement.