“Andrew, what are you doing here?” Olivia asked, astonished.
“Thought I’d come and visit my fiance,” He smiled, wide and teeth-y.
His voice, the way he looked; it sparked something in my mind. I’d seen Andrew before. Not just on television or in magazines. No, there was some familiarity there, like a memory I couldn’t quite reach.
Something old and forgotten.
“Of course, but it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding,” She softly argued, though her voice was small and held no real authority to it.
“No such thing as bad luck,” Andrew grinned and strutted over to her. He grabbed her hip and forcefully pulled her to him, placing a messy kiss on her lips.
Olivia stared at him wide-eyed as he pulled away.
“What was that?” She demanded with a shake
