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    The Gay Princess – Chapter Eight

    “I know but will we find a decent hotel there? Or a house we can rent?” I ask, still not sure about Cape Verde.

    “I think we will. I bet there are a few houses and stuff. Maybe not as fancy as this one here but all I need is a bed…” She says and I chuckle. I kiss her.

    “We still have to tell everyone we are engaged.” I tell her.

    “You are right. We can let our friends know with a text because they are all over the world. Alice is in Spain for a few weeks, Shane is in Japan and Helena is in Russia.” She tells me.

    “Yeah okay, maybe later we can go to my parents and then you can let your father know.” I suggest.

    “That’s okay.” She takes out her cell and types a message.

    TO: Bigmouth, Skinny, Hel

    Hey,

    T & I just wanted you to know we are engaged. We hope to see you soon.

    Then she pushes send and puts her cellphone back into her pocket. We eat some lunch before we go to our parents and tell them the news and how we are going to get married. They are happy for us. Then Bette calls her Dad and tells him. He is also happy for her but not very enthusiastic.

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    A Month Later.

     

    Most of the preparations are done. We’ve let the press know that we are engaged and they’ve really gone crazy. There are even T-shirts and stuff; I mean that’s just weird. The whole public wedding is also set. We will both be wearing white dresses, not the same of course. The date will be the 6 July of 2040, that’s next week. In the morning, we’ll have the big one and at 4PM, we’ll have, what we call, the real wedding. Bette is kind of going crazy. I’ve told her the wedding planner made everything perfect and that she shouldn’t have to worry.

    I’m sitting in the garden next to the pool and Bette is swimming. I fall asleep and a few minutes later I wake up because I feel something cold and wet pressed against my body. Bette.

    “Wake up, baby.” She whispers. I chuckle.

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