The Panty Dropper (Valentine's Love in the City Short) (5 page)

I gingerly open my eyes, roll over and see Ethan, all disheveled hair and scruffy face. He’s in full-blown panty dropper mode. And from the look on his face, I have a sneaking suspicion that fate and red heels worked some magic. He’s sporting the biggest grin. It smoothes away any
worries of where we might stand now. His dimpled grin sweetly calms me. I end up laughing while telling him good morning. He pulls me into his arms and makes sure it’s great.

It’s 2 p.m. on Saturday, February 14th, exactly a year since I met Ethan. My dear father leads me to the closed doors leading to the church’s sanctuary. Our arms are intertwined. Slowly, we make our way to the entrance. We stop and wait until the ushers open the doors. I hear my chosen processional song and know that we’re about to be revealed.

My father whispers softly as the doors open, “Be happy, Emily.”

Holding back tears, I answer back, “I am. Very much so.”

He escorts me toward the altar and my love where very soon I’ll become Mrs. Panty Dropper.

Liv Morris lives in Manhattan with her husband. Her three grown daughters are scattered across the United States. Currently she is working on another installment in the Love in the City short series along with completing her debut novel.

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