My mother greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss to both cheeks before she pulled me into the house.
I didn’t even get a chance to wave goodbye as Christian drove off to finish his preparations for the evening.
My mother smiled and hugged me again.
“I’ve missed you Sienna” She whispered and I finally relented and hugged her back.
“I missed you too mum”
It’s not like everything was suddenly rosy, but I had a feeling tonight would go a long way to making things better.
Since it was only lunch time, we settled down on the couch and put on a chick flick that made us both laugh until we started crying.
And then my mum started on my hair, curling it and straightening it the same way she would before a big party. She put in some pins to make sure it stayed perfect before spinning me around in my chair and starting to put on my make-up.
I closed my eyes when she started to apply the eye shadow, noting in my head that it was a dark blue colour.
When I apparently seemed adequate, my mum finally let me into my old room to see what I was meant to be wearing for the night – and my mouth dropped and hit the floor.
It was thigh-length with mid-length lace sleeves and it was cobalt blue with black lacing. And it was stunning.
“Oh my” I muttered holding the dress against myself and doing a small turn before immediately stripping off my clothes.
I changed into the dress and finished getting the tights on, I was just about ready to put on the heels when my mother walked in and started crying.
“Mum what’s wrong” I asked and she blubbered some kind of response. “What?” I asked, patting her shoulder.
“Oh Sienna” She cried and hugged me tightly before scurrying out of the room.
“Well, that was weird” I muttered before strapping on the heels.
I exited the room to find Leanne waiting with a camera, taking eight pictures every few seconds until I literally had to beg her to stop.
I sat quietly on one of bar stools when I felt an electric shock go through my system.
I cringed and placed my hand on my heart before another, stronger bolt sent my straight to the floor in agony.
Tears started streaming down my face and the world went blurry, but no matter how many times I blinked it wouldn’t go back to how it was before.
I used my sleeve to wipe my eyes, before I realized.
My dress wasn’t blue anymore, it was black.
The world had changed back to black and white, my colour was gone.
“No” I cried softly and placed my head in my hands.
My mother’s worried words circled high above me, but I didn’t hear them, I could barely feel when she wrapped a blanket around me, I could barely feel anything at all.
I knew when the knock at the door came that it was for me, but I didn’t rush to answer it, I walked slowly but without hesitation.
“Ma’am, is there a Sienna Mathews present?” A young police officer asked and I nodded, my grip on the door tightening. “May we come in?” He asked, motioning to his partner and himself.
“Of course officer” I replied, moving out of the way and showing them to the lounge-room, where I sat quietly, waiting for the news.
“Ma’am, Christian was in a hit and run accident. He died at the scene” The cop was blunt, but the words still stung.
“Thank you, officer” I replied and let my mother show them out.
She wanted me to stay the night, or longer, but I knew I would have to go home eventually. I had to go home at least one more time.
I entered my home to the smell of cold Chinese food and I smiled to myself before I stopped short. All the lights where off, and a single unlit candle sat on our coffee table and pillows sat on the floor. On either side where plates with a heap of Chinese food stacked on. In the kitchen, I found a bottle of wine and an extremely burnt cake hiding in the fridge waiting to be frosted.
I sat on one of the pillows before realising that on this side of the table where two things that were not on the other side.
A small piece of paper was tucked under a black, velvety box.
My hands shook when I reached for the box, and I could feel tears running down my face when I opened it to find a small silver band with a small diamond in the centre. It was an engagement ring.
I placed the box down before I dropped it, picking up the note, reading it softly, trying to imagine my Christian saying these words.
“Sienna, I love you.
I don’t know when it happened, or how, but I don’t regret a second of it. Every moment that I get to spend with you is a blessing. I know in my heart I could never let you go, so instead, I’m asking to keep you. Sienna Mathews, will you marry me?”
Tears splashed the paper as I sobbed out loud.
I would have said yes in a heartbeat, I would have chosen him without doubt, without pause.
But then I decided, I would still choose him, and I put my engagement ring on.