He was more confident as ever to his designs but one thing still puzzled him.
The wedding dress in his work room.
"Hey, Gareth?" I called when I walked into his work room. He was sitting on the edge of the armchair and staring at the wedding dress. That scene broke my heart a little.
"Hey..." I went over to him.
"Oh hey..." Gareth turned around.
"I just don't understand..." He said as he was looking at the wedding dress.
"Gareth, I know you really want to know who that dress belongs to." I replied.
He looked at me intently.
"Please tell me." He begged.
I took a deep breath.
"This dress belongs to somebody that loves you a lot and you love her a lot." I said, trying to find the right words.
"It's just that, you were so ready..." I let out a huge sigh.
"But she's not yet ready." I added, thinking if that also applies to myself.
"I could feel her in here..." He said, looking at me.
"But I cannot recall her face." He added, in a tone of sadness.
Just then, Nicholas stepped in and stood by my side, putting his arms around me.
I didn't flinch.
"Gareth, I have to honest. When she decide that she wasn't ready, you were a wreck." I said.
"You become a wreck when someone you love decides to leave you, and I can't see that happening again." I said, trying to hold myself up. Nicholas held me tight.
"So please, Gareth. We love you. We don't want to see you --" I couldn't finish my sentence.
"I promise." Gareth said.
"I know you both meant well. I will wait. Time will tell, right?" Gareth replied.
Nicholas gave him a pat on his back.
I felt so sorry for Gareth.
Out of the room, Nicholas caught on with me.
"Pris, we need to talk." Nicholas said.
I turned and continued walking.
"Pris, please, hear me out." Nicholas said, stopping in my tracks.
"Well, do you expect me to stand here and listen to you?" I replied, chuckled.
"Come on, let's go downstairs to the kitchen. I'm hungry." I added.
"Well, allow me to cook up something for you then." He replied.
"You learnt how to cook?" I asked, surprised.
"It's been a long time, and I definitely have changed a lot." He said cheekily.
"I can see." I replied.
Nicholas did not reply. He was busy chopping and stirring the cooking that I just kept my silence and continued watching.
"Seafood risotto, garlic bread and~" He held up his finger, " a chocolate souffle."
I laughed.
Surprisingly, the food he made were delicious. For a prince who can cook? He had the plus points.
"Pris?" Nicholas asked as he finished cleaning the last dish from the sink.
"I've thought about it long and hard about me, and about us." He paused.
"I want to marry you." He said seriously.
"I want you in my life, forever." He added.
Those eyes, the eyes of seriousness, responsibility; everything that spelled right.
I smiled.
"I see you have thought about us, a lot a lot." I replied.
"I did, I really did and I still do." He nodded.
"What took you so long?" I said, a comment, not a question.
He almost wanting to reply then realised what I meant, by then, he had gave me a hug. A hug so tied I felt the amount of love he had for me.
"Thank you thank you thank you~" He said softly by my ears.
The wheels are in motion after we both reconciled.
First, I no longer need to hide myself under a hood and my growing tummy was for all to see.
The newspaper picked up the story and soon the country was buzzing about my pre-marriage pregnancy.
It became more heated when Nicholas dismissed rumours of me and him splitting and that the both of us were already married in the eyes of home laws, just that we were too busy to prepare the wedding ceremony.
"Since when?! We were never registered in any legal way!" I protested, putting down the papers.
It had been a week staying with Gareth and Nicholas, and the three of us were having breakfast.
"I know I am missing a lot in life, cause I can't remember ever that he told me he proposed or.. got you.. pregnant." Gareth said with a chuckle.
"Right, Gareth, rub it in~" I said, annoyingly.
"I had to! The papers were done with the lawyers yesterday." Nicholas said, sipping coffee.
"And -- no coffee for you." He said as he took away my cup.
"Here." Nicholas placed a cup of orange juice in front of me.
"Haha! Congrats to you both." Gareth said, but with a hint of sadness.
My heart broke.
I held my hand to my chest and immediately Nicholas knew. He squeezed my other hand.
Gareth was back to work, with one last piece of gown to complete for the next runway show.
"Where is the cloth for this?" He asked as I walked in with Nicholas carrying tea.
"Which one?" I asked.
"This one." He held up a familiar pink chiffon-like swatch.
"If I have the swatch, it means I have the cloth." Gareth added.
I took it from his hand and examine it up close.
Then I realised, it was the same cloth from the pink dress he made for Qiuru.
"Erm..." I took a slight way glance at Nicholas.
"You made a dress with it a long time ago." I said, trying not to tell a lie while not telling the truth.
"Yes?" Gareth inquired.
"It's just a swatch. You can always get another bale." I tried to change topic.
"No. What happened to that dress?" He asked.
I sighed. I took a pin from his wrist cushion and pin it on the mannequin where the wedding dress is.
"There." I said. Gareth looks confused at first, then understood.
"I know you are dying to know, who is that mystery girl."
"The clue is, if you see her wearing this dress," I pointed at the swatch,
"She is ready; then you are allowed to bombard me any questions you want." I added.
Gareth nodded.
"I will be patient. If she is the reason that you had to do all these to let me live again, I am willing to wait and find out." Gareth said.
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