A week later...

7th of January, 1965

Jude's POV

A week has already passed since the beginning of 1965. There was only a month until one of the most prominent events in mine and Timothy's life and that is namely the wedding. I have never been married and that is going to be my first and last wedding in my life. To share a marriage with the man who I love, have forgiven, giving a second chance, had and have fallen madly in love with and wear the proposal ring including the wedding one with pride. I am still paranoid when it's joint a word about the upcoming wedding in February, besides being impatient and excited in the same time. It is going to be a fascinating when my last name is transfered from Martin to Howard. Being proudly called Mrs.Jude Howard instead of Miss Jude Martin.

Anyway this week me and Tim determined ourselves to come up with some plans for the wedding for example to choose wisely who we are going to be the guests, how it is going to be celebrated and what cake we will choose for us and our guests. It was such a tough and irresolute decision, draining a lot of energy, time and thoughts. But that is our wedding! It is going to be something extraordinary since I am going to spend the rest of my life married to Timothy, the man who allured me with its charm, intelligence; powerful and pretty impressive character though he is a benevolent and tremendously religious like me.

It was near the end of this week. An usual Thursday, a several hours before I go to a second term working time to work until almost midnight. It was around the early afternoon. As usually, we were at home during this part of the day. This time, I was wearing my white nightgown that I wore under my nun habit and as an overgarment of my thin red slip, my bare feet be protected via slippers which were on my feet. Whilst Tim had on himself a sage green peignoir, followed by slippers and underwear, of course.

We were in our bedroom, lying on our backs in the center of the king-sized bed, next to each other like siamese twins though we aren't actually. What a sarcasm! We were gaping at the ceiling, wearing serene smiles. 

-Honey, do you realise how impatient am I to the wedding? - I exclaimed with a sigh of relief.

-Yes. Don't you realize the same thing for me? - Timothy enquired in serene way.

-I do.*taking a look at him with a slight but cute giggle* It is obvious that, isn't it Tim?-I mocked him.

-*cackling along* It is, Judy ! But do you think we should watch for wedding cakes, don't you?

-Of course!*abiding silent for a while, the room sinking in a tense and numb hue* From where we are going to watch for wedding cakes?

-I have a special magazine about it. I bought it a few days ago. I am going to bring it here so that to arrange the things together. I am going to find it. And I will be right back in the next few minutes,okay?- He stated with tranquil voice by stroking gently my cheek, thereafter kissing each other a little before he to get up from the bed, searching for the prominent magazine.

I just nodded humbly whilst Timothy got out of the bed by searching for the magazine in the drawers and everywhere else. It took rather 30 seconds to find it in one of the night table's drawers by wiping his forehead, exclaiming "Phew! The task is finally done!" with derisive voice which couldn't help me more with exception to giggle. He giggled either too. Then he joined me onto the bed with the magazine, unfolding the first two pages by watching for the perfect wedding cake. It started from the plainest ones to the most exquisite ones which were on the last 3 pages. We added a commentary about each cake by choosing per a page the minority of those who appeal us mostly. Admitting it frankly, my favorite ones from the entire magazine are the first one which is a traditional wedding cake including a few ones which are followed by some syrops and decorations. At last, we have already decided to have a simple wedding cake with figures of the brides on top of the cake with some chocolate and cinnamon syrops. Afterwards we began to discuss along about the wedding costumes such as my wedding dress and his suit though it was somewhat early now:

-Hmm, what do you think about watching for wedding suits and dresses from now?-  Timothy posed the question gravely. 

-Urm, I don't think it is a good idea now. Because they can sell much better looking and magnificent wedding outfits in the upcoming weeks especially the final week before our wedding. What do you think? - I expressed my opinion without a hesitation or concealing in leery way. As the magazine was closed, lying on side's night table where I am sleeping usually and every night. 

-I thought you wanted to go out to look for some wedding outfits earlier. On other hand, really wise decision of yours. Bravo, darling! - My soulmate said, arching his left eyebrow.

-I know, I know, thank you, sweetie!- I responded with a little chuckle.

-You are welcome, rare bird!

We stayed in our bed, our nest to cuddle within a few hours, hearing the ticking clock which didn't bother us at all. 

A several hours later...

I was at the restaurant, working on a second term. I had on myself leather scarlet red trousers, followed by black long sleeved top with round neckline, black knee length boots, the precious ruby-sapphire bracelet on my right wrist, silver earrings and the apron over my top. 

It was getting closer to 8PM in the evening.

I have noticed from the beginning of this week that my boss made a decision to apply a new change to the restaurant by adding a radio that plays awesome retro music from all genres such as rock, pop, jazz, classical and many others. One of the main motives which managed him to make that decision is that to render the restaurant's atmosphere for the clients more entertaining and amazing, attracting more clients. The majority of the clients were rather rejoicing and liking the radio's music, without complaining. Some of them didn't bother to talk about the retro restaurant's radio music rather than to discuss something else. The progress was evidently visible. More extras, more clients. Although my boss and my colleagues including me mustn't violate with its facilities for the clients by spoiling them too much. Accordingly, we attempt our best to tempt more clients with our delicious and variety choices of food and drinks which can be ordered here. Even with the radio music was more delighting the ambience itself.

Back to the main moment, I finished serving to 3 elder clients whilst Charlotte announced my name to come with her outside to smoke for a while by chilling for 5 minutes. As we had already put our coats and took with ourselves a cigarette per a person including a lighter, we lighted our cigarettes, starting a grave discussion which was organised by the younger waitress:

-So have you already planned anything for the upcoming wedding between you and your future husband, Judy?- She puffed a small smoke whilst asking me with her smooth Italian accent, her chestnut eyes staring at mine in tranquil way, smiling to me in such tender way.

-Not exactly but still organising. - I replied her question with a little sigh after puffing the dim swiftly. 

-Okay. Go ahead!- Her velvet voice insisted to listen more from my speech.

-For example, me and Timothy had already planned what is going to be our wedding cake and when is our formal wedding.- I kept on without stammering, smiling to her in sociable way, pierced my eyes into her lovely childish eyes.

-That is amazing, Judy! Have you planned more things for the enchanting event except the date and the cake?

-Not yet such as wedding outfits and our guests.*she gazed at me puzzled, lifting her left eyebrow in questionable way* Don't worry, you are going to be amongst the guests too, sweetie.- I reassured her with soft voice, constantly smiling to her without changing my smile into something else. 

-Oh really? Thank you! That sounds so promising and reliable.- She exclaimed with hysterical voice, grinning.

-No problem. You know that we are friends even if we are colleagues and not having enough time to afford by striking such an abysmal and long conversation, for sadly. 

-I do know, of course! Unfortunately, it's true. Due to our hectic working schedule! But as always, you and Ramona have the opportunity to visit my home anytime or to visit each other like friends whenever we can when we are out of work. 

-Yes, we can do it! - The chubby brunette young lady answered with more emotional voice like she was impulsive in her own response. 

-Additionally, we have each other's phone numbers to call each other in case for encounters or something else.

Around 3 minutes later, we have finished with the smoking, consequently entering inside the restaurant by hanging in the locker room our coats, getting back to work. 

To be continued...