As the three of us ride down in the crowded elevator, Cathy asks, "So, how did y'all meet?"
Rapunzel's eyes flare, and I take the hint, not to ad-lib.
She answers, "The short version is we met in an elevator, one thing led to another, and now we're engaged."
Cathy shakes her head, "You never share shit, Zella."
Rapunzel laughs, "I never share secrets, sweetie."
Cathy laughs, "Touché."
"Honestly, if I had realized he was my boss's brother, I might not have hooked up with him." Her eyes challenge mine.
I smirk at her covert communication.
Cathy laughs, "Who gives a shit how it looks? You two are perfect for each other! And I'm thrilled my two favorite people on the earth found each other!"
"I'm thrilled to have found Rapunzel as well. We are indeed perfect for each other." I look my fiancée in the eye and promise her the moon, and the stars will be hers.
Cathy laughs, "You are such a romantic, Bubba." Then she drops her voice and asks, "Did either of you see Tiara's face? Her shriek echoed in the silence."
Rapunzel's eyes are locked on mine as I raise her hand to my lips and place a kiss on her palm. "I'm sorry, boo. I only had eyes for d'Artagnan."
God, that fucking zing to my heart is going to keep happening.
Cathy laughs, "Well, hopefully, someone caught it on their phone, 'cause after your scolding, she will play nice the rest of the night at least. But be prepared. There will be hell to pay tomorrow."
When we arrive on the second floor, we step out into the aftermath of chaos. People rush by, coming and going, laughing and happy, without the tension of the event.
Cathy points to an alcove and tells me, "Stay right there and wait for us. Zella just needs to change. Then we'll all go down to the reception as a family. I love saying that!" She tells Rapunzel as she leads her away.
Zella
I slip into my pink pumps, "I need to visit the ladies' room before we go down. I'll just be a minute."
She nods, busy packing our things away.
There isn't a line when I enter the bathroom, so I walk right into a stall. Closing the door, I lean against it and just breathe. Then I look down at the gorgeous, gigantic ring on my finger. Men don't just walk around with engagement rings in their pockets. He was obviously going to give it to someone else. I wonder what happened to her?
BONG! BONG!
I jump out of my skin and look at my phone. Cathy has sent a video link with a text that reads,
There are so many videos.
But this one has gone viral!
200,000 views so far!
I text her back.
Yay! That’s amazing!
I click play. The recording made by someone seated behind d’Artagnan starts as I’m twirling around with my hair flying out. I’m the focus. He is barely in the frame. It captures his head tilting as he watches and his hand stroking his beard thoughtfully. Then he shifts in his seat like he’s fidgety as he runs his hand through his hair. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out….
Oh my god! The cum soaked handkerchief!
He looks at it, studying it, then stuffs it back inside. That’s when I stop spinning, and our eyes lock. I look mesmerized at him.
