1One of the men, with platium blond hair and ice blue eyes in a white, loose, plunging v-neck long sleeve light cotton shirt and matching flowing, draw string, light cotton pants, squeezed his parenter's hand. "What do you think? Is it a good spot, James?"
James, in a fitted, crew cut robin egg's blue T-shirt, and stretchy, sexy, straight slim fit dark blue jeans, turned to look at the love of his life. "I think it'll be a great spot, Will," he said and kissed his lover's cheek. "I believe it'll do fine."
"Fabulous," Will remarked and smiled brightly. "We'll take it, Victoria."
Victoria nodded, and put the information into her electronic pocket pad. "With all the arrangments you've chosen, I'm cofindente the area will be made to look like no other wedding in histroy of Centrel Park."
The two men both looked at her and laughed fondly.
"Once I get back to the office, I'll call the park authorities and let them know I want the spot rented and blocked off from other people in the park," she announced as they began to head back to their car.
"I hope we have enough time to get everything together," Will admitted, a nervous tone in his voice. "We only have three days left."
"Everything will come together just fine, hon," James assured him and wrapped his arm around his future spouse.
"Listen to him, Will," the wedding planner urged. "All will be well on the day you two are to get married."
"I can't express how much we appreciate everything it is you're doing for us, Victoria," Will said, looking totally in love and securely happy.
"It's what I do," she replied and smiled warmly. "I just love to see people happy."
"And we are," James reminded his gorgeous fiancae. "More than most."
"I hope we stay that way," Will prayed and held the gaze of his dark eyed and haired lover.
"I'm positive we will," James predicted and kissed him lightly.
"I can almost guarentee it," Victoria said kindly. "Rarely do I ever see such a couple of any kind so much in love."
The two men smiled at each other, then giggled happily.
Trailing behind them, unseen to the eyes of mortals, was the ghost of a good looking man with ruggish dirty blond hair dressed in a black wife beater tank top and relaxed fit, stone distressed jeans. "That's what you think," he said, his voice dripping vemon. "Once I get through with you and this wedding, there won't be a you left to marry my sweet, precious, James. I'll make sure of it."
With that said, he disappeared in thin air, no even noticing he was there.