Picture Perfect

finally came back into focus and exploded in my brain. I’d been hung over, pissed off, grumpy and miserable. Then, those fucking eyes pulled me in. How had I forgotten that for even a minute? My entire life had changed after that night, because of her.
    My jaw had dropped while the memories flooded back. Turning to look at Jess I said, “Oh my God… she’s fucking Priscilla.”
    Raising her eyebrows at me in confusion, Jess asked, “What?”
    Shaking my head to clear my mental cobwebs, I started to explain. “We were in a horrible place back then and things were really coming to a head. After the show I got blackout drunk and until you just jarred my memory, I’ve never had anything from that night, even though the entire band spent six months calling me Elvis. You know, because Elvis met Priscilla when she was like fourteen and then moved her into his house? Now I remember that the nickname started when we came off the stage that night and Cole told me that the girl I’d spent three hours singing to was my Priscilla. Even though I couldn’t remember her, I woke up the next day positive that I needed to change my life to be worthy. That night changed the path I was on forever. I can’t believe it was Tessa… that fucking blows my mind. If I hadn’t known before that she was the love of my life, I know now that she’s been my destiny since the moment I laid eyes on her. That’s fucking huge.”
    Grabbing a tissue from the jeweler’s desk, Jess dabbed her eyes. “Like I already didn’t want to choke a bitch because she hit man lottery, now you’re telling me that fate brought you together? Don’t be alarmed when you see me begging her to rub herself all over me in the hopes that some of that luck will come off on me. I’m kidding of course- well, not about the rubbing. That’s happening. But I’m not going to choke her, unless she gets all Bridezilla on me, that is. What you just told me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard and I couldn’t be happier for her. She deserves the fairytale because her heart has always been so pure.”
    That made me laugh. I really liked Jess because it was so obvious how much she loved Tessa. Suddenly, a key portion of what she said came to the front of my head. “Wait, you said there’s a DVD of the show?”
    Laughing, she nodded her head. “Yeah, and believe it or not, I have it with me. I figured that while you were at practice one day I was going to watch it with her for old times sake.”
    The jeweler came back into the room right at that moment, handing me back my black Amex card and the velvet box that contained Tessa’s engagement ring. After checking to make sure that the ring was there, I stood and thanked the jeweler.
    On the way out, I asked Jess if she’d be willing to lend me the DVD. She raised and eyebrow but I shook my head and told her my plan was a secret. Nodding, she agreed to give me the DVD when we got back to my house and then she promised not to tell Tessa that she’d brought it with her.
    After I got home from the jeweler with Jess and she’d handed the DVD over to me, I locked myself in the office and watched most of it. Now I could see that it had always been so fucking intense with her.
    I made a shit ton of plans, pulling everything together for the night. I’d been planning to wait for two more days, but fuck that. I was asking her tonight, because I needed her to be wearing my ring from here on out.
    My dad and Sandra were taking Tessa’s parents to dinner, and Jess was going to hang out with the band and some of the tour crew at Cole’s house. That freed Tessa up to come with me without worrying about leaving our guests behind, and when I told her I wanted to have dinner with her alone, she agreed.
    We showered and dressed together. She wore a beautiful white summer dress that touched the top of her sandals, and I found it perfect that she looked somewhat bridal. I was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a button down shirt, and Jess was kind enough to take pictures of us before we headed out.
    I can get pretty down on being famous, but right then it worked in my favor because I’d been able to get people to do what I needed quickly. The lookout that I’d taken her to on our first date had been decorated with hundreds of white roses, a small pergola was decorated with a variety of flowers, and hundreds of flameless candles were spread around. In the middle of all this sat a table that had been lavishly