“No. Why would it?” He frowns andys me down to look at my face. “Does it bother you?”


    I shrug. “I don’t know.” I hesitate. “I always imagined my parents being at my wedding.”


    “And they will be. Next time.” He kisses my lips gently. “But you know what will happen if we tell


    other people.”


    I look down and know that he’s right. “Everyone will freak out and try and talk us out of it because we


    just met,” I whisper.


    “Yes. And we are getting married because of us. Only us. I like the idea of it being just the two of us


    for the first time. This thing what we are sharing is intimate and special, and call me selfish, but I don’t


    want to share it with anyone else. I don’t want to waste one day with you. I want you as my wife as soon


    as possible.”


    I smile softly as he kisses my lips.


    “We  will  book  another  ceremony  for  twelve  months’  time  and  not  tell  them  about  this  one  if  you


    want.”


    “Is that okay?” I ask hopefully. I really don’t want to have the conversation with my parents or Brielle.


    They will totally freak. At least in twelve months’ time they can sort of expect it.


    He smiles softly. “Of course.” He brushes his hand back over my hair. “I don’t want you to have to be


    justifying to anyone how we feel about each other. Nobody has to know we are married. But I will know


    and I will cherish it.”


    I kiss his beautiful lips. “I love you,” I whisper as I rub my fingertips through his stubble, my eyes


    searching his.


    “I know you do and that’s I why I can’t wait.”


    I smile. “This is crazy,” I whisper.


    His lips touch mine. “Crazy good.”


    Flume is ying throughout the house and Brielle and I are sitting at the kitchen bench drinking wine and


    eating Camembert cheese and crackers that star hasid out for us. It’s just gone 8pm and star is


    getting ready for work.


    “What happened then?” I frown into my ss.


    Brielle is filling me in on the Mr. Master debacle. “Okay.” She takes a sip. “So I was lying on the


    lounge with a nket over me, and the kids were lying on the floor on bean bags. We were all watching a


    movie.”


    I nod. “Yes. What time was this?”


    “About ninest night. He came in from work and asked what we were watching.”


    I put some crackers and cheese into my mouth as I listen. “What were you watching?” I ask.


    “Total Recall.”


    “Love that movie,” I mumble with my mouth full.


    “ssic,”  she  mutters  into  her  ss.  “Anyway,  he  sits  down  at  my  feet  on  the  sofa  and  pulls  the


    nket over his thighs and picks up my feet to put them onto hisp under the nket.”


    I frown.


    stares into the kitchen and opens the cupboards under the sink. He rattles around in a box.


    Brielle hesitates and points at star’s back with her ss. She obviously doesn’t want him to hear


    this  conversation.  It  has  taken  a  lot  of  begging  from  me  for  her  to  give  star  a  second  chance,  and


    thankfully, she is putting my feelings before hers and making peace with him. I need them to get along.


    What is he doing there? “What’s wrong?” I ask him. He never loses anything. It’s a huge perk of being


    organized.


    “Have you seen my leather gloves?” He frowns as he puts his hands on his hips in thought.


    I frown as I try to think. “Last time I saw them you put them in your briefcase for work yesterday.”


    “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.


    “What do you need gloves for?” Brielle asks.


    “The lights and equipment get hot,” star replies.


    “Where are you going again?” Brielle asks.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    “Shooting a cover,” he replies, distracted.


    “Oh, can wee?” she asks excitedly.


    star puts his arm around me casually. “Next time you can. This is a closed set tonight.”


    “Why?” I frown as I crunch on a cracker.


    “The models are going to be naked.”


    My mouth drops open in horror. “Are… are you kidding me?” I stammer.


    He pulls my head back and kisses me. “Yes. Were you jealous?”


    I narrow my eyes at him. Brielleughs and holds her ss up to him in approval.


    star kisses me quickly again and leaves the room in search for his missing gloves.


    Brielle smiles broadly. “You two do seem very cozy.”


    I smile as I grab her hand. “I have so much to tell you at dinner. Cozy doesn’t evene close.”


    “Mr. Masters,” I reply to guide the conversation back to her.