I rode up on an elevator with Tommy, my handsome stud of a boyfriend. I straightened my blouse and fixed my skirt, then looked at him. We shared a smile. We arrived twenty minutes early and feeling extremely turned on by each other, we decided to make memorable use of the extra time in his Land Rover parked downstairs. It was hot and amazingly intense, just like the other times.
We were on our way up to see a loft apartment. This was my dream almost fulfilled. I'd settle in with Tommy in a cool urban loft apartment in my dream location and just work on my writing career. Tommy was a musician but his parents were well-off, and since he was their only boy, he was lavishly spoiled. We would be together, not necessarily married. Who needed a piece of paper when you had love and heart connecting you? This would be my future and I couldn't wait for it.
The elevator doors opened to a large room with dark wood floors, exposed brick walls and a long row of tall windows running across from one side to another. The sun shone brightly in, lighting up the beautiful room which was decorated in rich brown and red tones.
A woman around my age walked up and greeted us. "Hi, I'm Rebecca, the Strattons' assistant. Dominick and Theresa will back any minute. They apologize for being late but asked me to show you the place in the meantime while we wait for them."
At the end of our tour, Dominick and Theresa still hadn't arrived, so Tommy and I talked with Rebecca while we waited.
"What are you guys doing this Sunday?" she asked. Sunday would be Valentine's Day.
"Romantic stuff, " I said and looked at Tommy. He grinned.
"Would you like to start off that romantic day with a morning celebrating love?" She went on to invite us to a church service hosted by the Performing Arts ministry of her church.
The service was amazing, the music top notch, the messages moving, the congregation filled with people whose made their living in the arts yet did it with God in their lives. My heart swelled. I turned to Tommy. My excited smile met his reluctant one.
We started studying the bible that Sunday. Another cool dimension to add to our sparkling future together.
It is nine months later and I am preparing for my date that night. I am living a new life and Tommy is not a part of it. Our relationship ended three days before I was baptized and became a Christian. He couldn't commit to having a chaste relationship and I couldn't continue to have an adulterous one. We rescinded our offer on the loft apartment and I moved into this small apartment with a new roommate.
I slip on my last earring when the doorbell rings. When I open the door, a sweet, wholesome face topped with red hair smiles back at me. Christopher. My current boyfriend.
"Hi," I say breathlessly. He holds the most beautiful bouquet of deep red roses. He doesn't kiss me, just hugs me instead. The shared kiss on the lips we are saving for that special moment. There will be wedding bells in my future and my being dressed in white will be more than just a tradition. It will actually mean something.
As he hands me the roses, I smile. Little did I know the future that awaited me that day almost a year ago when I stepped into that loft.
This is a fictional piece inspired by a writing prompt from the Red Dress Club where you were to write - fiction or non-fiction - about a time when you took a detour. Where had you intended to go and where did you end up?