“Miss Taylor! How does it feel to be engaged to such a rich and talented artist?”, “How did you two meet?”, “Had you joined the band before meeting each other?” “How long has this engagement been on?”, “Where you engaged before joining the band or after?”, “How did he propose?”, “Have you talked about kids?”, “Are you going to get married before moving in together?”, “Has there been a talk of children yet?”, “Will you have children before or after the wedding?”, “When’s the date?”, “Who’s planning the wedding?”, “Where will it take place?”, “Will you do a yearlong engagement?”, “How much did he spend on the ring?”
The look of fear echoed across Gwendolyn’s face as the men and women crept closer and closer to her. Pumpkin, her golden retriever kept most of the press at bay by barking viscously at them; Gwen knew full well her dog would not cause any harm towards the people but if the press knew that they might advance. The door jerked open behind her and she nearly fell back against the brick wall that was her fiancé. Stumbling frantically into the house after Jack took Pumpkin’s leach from her; she placed her back against the wall and began to pant very heavily. That was insane! She loved Jack, she loved Jack with all her heart and soul but she wasn’t expecting a reaction like that.
Pumpkin seemed to calm down once she got inside, as a knock came on the door, she growled loud enough to cause whatever hand had knocked to retreat from the door. Her attention turned up to Jack and she barked a happy bark in response to having food before her tail begin to move in lightning speed.
“Yeah…” She said softly breathing heavily, “Yeah I could go for a more simple way of getting the word out I guess.” Trying to find humor in the scary situation she just came from she nodded and followed him down the hallway to the kitchen/dining room area running her hands through her hair and wiping off the sweat from her forehead.
“What happened to you?” Michelle asked jumping from her chair in the middle of eating and dropping her fork.
“I’m… I’m fine.” She said with a nod as she took her seat next to Jack and the group being to eat.
After breakfast the girl’s left, taking the 2013 dodge ram with Michelle behind the wheel.
Billy helped the girls hook up the body. Then they brought the body to Gwen’s mom’s old garage. Pulling open the door she cocked her hip to the side and puts the hands on her hips. “Boys, listen up, we have a project that we need to finish by next week. You owe me, you ready?” The ten of seven cheered and were off to work.
A week rolled around and Jack’s party was in full swing. Michelle was inside with Robert wearing a lavender floor length dress with a small train, strapless with a low neckline, her blonde hair in ringlets and a light makeup. She was checking her phone was Robert arrived to her. “Gwen’s on her way, she should be honking the horn any minute, get Jack near the door.
Flying down the road was Gwen, her small hands shaking. This was her first big party and it was for her fiancé. She was going to walk down a red carpet into a large building filled with people. Pulling up the press went crazy staying behind the velvet rose. The horn echoed loudly hooking five times before the door opened, with how she pulled in, the driver’s door opened up to the red carpet. The door to the DeLorean DMC-12 opened upward and Gwen climbed out, her soft skin against a single shouldered midnight blue dress, floor length with a slit that goes up to her thigh exposing her long legs. Around her bare neck was the necklace Jack had given her and the ring engagement ring sparkled on her left hand.
Her focus was only on the door as it opened and the figure of her fiancé appeared in the doorway. “Happy birthday!!” She shouted holding out her arms.