#Chapter 09 Big Blue Eyes

We set the wedding for three months later. It was the closest time that Andrew had available on his schedule, and some of their more important diplomatic guests would be able to arrange to fly out in that amount of time. As we discussed the catering and the music, I couldn’t help but fantasize a bit about Andrew and me. I imagined the two of us dining together out at a fancy restaurant like Amour and gliding together across the dancefloor on Lisa’s wedding day. I even imagined us in bed together, in the presidential suite at the Lexington Hotel, naked and exploring each other’s bodies… It was impossible, of course, for the two of us to have any sort of romantic relationship, but I was allowed to fantasize. And if I were to seduce Andrew, I had to imagine ways in which that would happen. “Crystal, are you okay?” Andrew asked as we leaned over a brochure for the selected venue, Le Bȃtiment Extraordinaire. It was opened to a page with a picture of the Victorian floor, which we had w