Footloose

AMELIA WAS SO EXCITED she could barely breathe, let alone eat the delicious dinner she would share in a short time with Will, his boss and his boss's wife at the fabulous restaurant in Buckhead.Her ex-fiancÉ, William, was about to become her fiancÉ again and everything would be right with the world. She wished the two of them could have managed some alone time before dinner, but Will was arriving directly from the airport.They would share a sweet reconciliation afterward. She had it all planned. Fighting butterflies, she walked down the stairs of the historical mansion that belonged to her recently married landlord, Aubrey Carter Elizabeth Roberts Gordon."You look beautiful, dear. He'll regret every minute he's spent without you," Aubrey said. "And if he doesn't, Harold will--""Pull out a can of whoop-ass like that boy has never seen," Harry finished.Aubrey tried to pinch her lips together in disapproval, but a smile escaped. Polar opposites, the middle-aged couple provided a constant source of amusement and encouragement to Amelia. Harry was a rough rascal of a man who'd made a mint in mobile home sales and Aubrey was the quintessential perfect, proper, Atlanta-born-and-bred woman. Who would have thought the two of them would fall in love and marry within a month of meeting each other? Surely if Harry and Aubrey could make it work, then so could Amelia and Will."Do you have everything ready?" Aubrey asked. Amelia nodded. "I've got candles waiting to be lit. I baked his favorite pie from scratch, bought his favorite wine and put his favorite country music CD on the stereo.""You're going to knock him off his feet," Aubrey assured her."That pie smells awfully good. You sure you don't want me to test it?"Aubrey gave Harry a playful swat. "Stop teasing her. Can't you see she's nervous?""Do I really look okay? This is his favorite dress. And I'm wearing his favorite perfume. He always said he liked my hair best this way." Amelia touched a hand to her carefully-straightened locks."You look gorgeous," Harry said, patting her hand. "And more important than your hair or perfume, you're nice to be around. Remember that.""Thank you," she said."We'll be way on the other side of the house," Aubrey said. "So don't worry about making introductions if Will comes back here tonight. We can save that for later."Feeling a rush of gratitude, Amelia gave in to the impulse to hug Aubrey. "Thank you so much," she said again, and left for the restaurant.Her mind whirled a mile a minute during the drive to the restaurant. She wasn't sure how she'd survived the last forty-five days of being in limbo with Will. She could hardly remember a time when he hadn't been part of her life. He'd proposed to her on the playground when they'd been in elementary school and they'd been together ever since.Watching so many couples break up over the years, Amelia had always felt as if she must have been sprinkled with stardust. She and Will had found each other so early. What a relief to have that aspect of her life taken care of.She felt a tiny ripple of unease at the thought, but refused to pay attention to it. Will had broken up with her twice during the last six weeks, then he'd turned right around and asked her to take him back, which she had. Two weeks ago, though, Will had told her he wanted to put their relationship on hold, and everything had felt off-kilter to Amelia again. She was ready to get back on track. Her only regret was that she would have to resign from the designer shoe company Bellagio, Inc. She would miss her new friends. She'd learned long ago, though, that true love required sacrifice.Amelia pulled into the parking lot of the popular restaurant and walked into the entryway, hoping to see William, but he wasn't there. She checked with the hostess and was led to a back room of the restaurant where a couple and Will, looking more gorgeous than ever, sat at a small round table.WiBanks, Leanne is the author of 'Footloose', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373771288 and ISBN 0373771282.