An hour into my steak-out, a couple walks in, holding hands and laughing. The woman is striking; a brunette with dark skin and voluptuous. She's with a light-skinned man, with red hair, and is tall. They check in and tell the clerk they are on their honeymoon.
I take my 'fire and ice' necklace out from underneath my suit and stare at it. My mind starts to float to the day Samantha and I were picking our color schemes for our wedding.
One month ago:
"I don't know. I think I like this color."
Samantha holds up a royal blue napkin. The floor-to-ceiling behind her, letting the sunlight illuminate my beautiful fiance and her curves. I still can't believe this angelic woman will be mine in a few months.
Sam's adorned in a white blouse and a pink pencil skirt, wearing the heels I bought her for our first anniversary about six months ago.