The day of Cherry’s wedding arrived. Brielle looked stunning in her bridesmaid dress. It was a pale pink flowing gown, her hair hung loose in curls down her back. The music began playing and the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle.
When Brielle’s turn came to walk down to the alter she clutched her flower bouquet and took a deep breath. While walking down the aisle Brielle tried to pay attention to what was going on, but only two thoughts were passing through her mind. 1, She wished she were walking down the aisle as a bride to Crispin’s side and 2, Only 12 days left till she returned to Lucerne.
After the wedding and reception it was time to say goodbye to Brielle’s dear friend Cherry. Brielle would be gone by time Cherry returned from her honeymoon. Brielle hated saying goodbyes. She wanted to hold her friend forever and ever. Brielle, for some reason, felt scared in that moment while hugging Cherry. What if things had changed while she had been in Cornwall? She felt as if she were embarking on a whole new life, only, nothing had changed yet. She was on the brink of something big and frightening but she couldn’t see what it was. Brielle got a hold of herself and let go of her friend.
Cherry looked so happy! She was oblivious to Brielle’s feelings or thoughts. She loved Brielle but couldn’t wait to leave for her honeymoon. She looked right past Brielle it seemed like. Within a few sort moments Cherry was gone and Brielle was walking home alone.
The next 12 days were like a continual downpour of pure monotony. The day’s weren’t long but they weren’t short either. Brielle felt like a blank page. Nothing filled her. Nothing appeased her bored and depressed state of mind. She was tired of being in a place where everything reminded her of her mother. When the day of her departure came Brielle was more than ready to leave. Her eccentric aunt was in tears while Brielle boarded the plane. Brielle waved goodbye and happily left Cornwall. Again. On her flight back to Lucerne Brielle wondered about Crispin. She wondered if he’d missed her and would be excited to see her again. While she had been away Brielle often thought of and prayed for Crispin. She really wanted to see Crispin’s relationship with his father restored.
When Brielle got back to Lucerne she decided to walk home, just as she’d done when she first arrived there. Autumn had come at just the right time. Brielle walked along all her favorite streets on the way back to her old boarding house near the lake. The beautiful autumn leaves fell down all around her as she walked on the moss covered cobblestones. The sky was gloomy and the air felt clean and fresh. Brielle was so happy to be back in “her mountains”.
For the first week since Brielle’s return she hadn’t seen any of her friends including Crispin. She wanted to take things slow and settle back in. She hadn’t quite her job as a florist yet. She wanted to look around for a position as a journalist first. She went to several newspaper printing presses and a few magazine publishers before she was accepted to write a weekly article for “Living Lucerne”, a popular newspaper. But a once a week article wouldn’t cut it for Brielle’s needs. So she decided to keep both jobs. Part time florist and journalist; It was perfect! Brielle loved being busy in the fall, it brought a sense of accomplishment and made her feel classy. But there was always a lingering question in her mind, “when will I see Crispin?”
Finally, Brielle decided to go see Crispin at his office of the construction company that he worked for. Walking up to the door made her more nervous than she’d ever felt before. A thousand thoughts and questions flew through her mind all at once. What if he is too busy? That would be embarrassing! Am I being too straight forward? But her hand reached forward and Brielle felt her fingers tapping on Crispin’s door. Crispin’s sweet familiar voice was heard in her ears.
Brielle bit her finger and covered her face with her hands. What was she doing?!
Suddenly, she stood up straight, pulled her shirt down and opened the door.
Crispin looked up at Brielle and immediately a shocking look went to his eyes. His face went pale and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
“Surprise,” Brielle smiled sweetly and walked in. “Hi Crispin.”
“Brielle,” he stuttered. “C, c, come in, sit down.”
Brielle was a little startled by his response but she sat down anyway.
“Hi Brielle,” he stood up and walked over to Brielle.
“Hi,” she replied.
“I’m, I’m glad to see you back.” Crispin said bluntly.
“Thanks, I got back a little over a week ago.” Brielle tried to sound nice but she felt nervous.
“Oh, that’s neat.” Still there was no change in Crispin. He seemed scared and strange, definitely not his casual, usual self.
“Yea…So how have you been Crispin?” Brielle kept trying to get him to relax while she tried to remain calm herself. But there was something wrong.
“Oh, I’ve been good I guess. How, uh, how have you been?”
“I’ve been fine. I missed Lucerne while I was gone though!” Brielle smiled.
“What’s the matter, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you, is this a bad time or something?” Brielle felt like asking. She was really uneasy around him right now. Somehow, there was something fake and scary about Crispin. Something had happened to him.
Crispin cleared his throat and looked down. “Hey Brielle, I’m pretty busy right now, but I would love to talk to you about your trip. So, maybe we could have dinner tonight?”
This came as a huge shock to Brielle. She did not expect that to come from Crispin especially after the way he’d been acting. She got scared.
“I…um…I wa’…um I guess…well. I mean what time should we…or you..I mean…uh, ok.” Brielle was shaking and looking all around then she looked down and squeezed her eyes shut.
“I could pick you up at 7.” Crispin’s voice sounded a little steadier now.
“Ok, see ya latter.” Brielle nearly ran out of Crispin’s office.
On her way home Brielle didn’t know what to think about; Crispin’s behavior or her dinner date with him that night. These were not the situations she’d envisioned when she thought of how Crispin would have asked her out on their first date. What was wrong with him? She had never seen him act this way. Was he mad at her for some reason? Then Brielle made one clear, final decision (The first one she had made all day it seemed like). She wouldn’t think about it. She wouldn’t analyze his actions/behaviors or her own. She would just show up at dinner as if nothing had happened; she would be herself. Why should she ruin things on their first dinner?
Brielle decided to do something to take her mind off of the matter. She went shopping for an outfit to wear to dinner. Brielle needed to be classy and composed tonight. “Don’t stutter tonight Brielle!” She kept telling herself over and over. Before she knew where all the hours had gone, 7 o’clock came. She heard Mrs. Hatteras her landlady call her downstairs, there was “someone” at the door for her.
Brielle grabbed her handbag and sprayed on her favorite perfume and ran down the stairs.