*** Opening my eyes, I stared into eyes the color of night. A small smile was on my lips I looked at the man who was now my husband. I was nineteen, a...nd had just become the wife of the most sought after bachelor in town. His name was Peter Miller but everyone just called him Hawk because of the hawk tattoo on his back. He was 24 and had just gotten out of the army. Now he ran the Miller construction company that he and his brother Michael owned together. Hawk was the most handsome man I could. Your mother's constant reminders and advice about the shop rings in your head as you start to park close to a curb."Listen to what the bride wants, not what her family wants"Was the most common phrase you've heard from your mother, which was honestly a good piece of advice if it didn't come with a nagging voice.You smile as you see your shop, a two storey building surrounded by glass panels on each side that reached the sky, each perfectly displaying wedding dresses with varying styles and. MJ, who was there to pick up her "date" leaned to whisper in Meaghan's ear as Declan pulled her impatiently towards the door, "Have fun, I could use a sex day as bad as you"."You behave or there will be no TV or Nintendo later, remember MJ is the boss, OK?" She said as they went out the door.Meg couldn't help but laugh as Declan turned and nodded with a knowing smile. She knew he had the "only child" syndrome of growing up emotionally faster than multi-sibling kids. It was mostly from being in. Two passing girls saw thewindow lowering, who could be inside, it was sure to be someone famous, theytried to peer in but the window closed as quick as it opened. The chauffeur pulled the limo up in a small street, in the heart of Soho, "weare here miss, I mean Terry" changing her address as instructed earlier, "theshop is called Aphrodite, I think this is exactly what you are looking for" slippingher dress back on, minus the damp thong, Terry left the two Filipinos and thechauffeur to browse.