Mel and Frank grew up together, there moms were college roommates and best friends. They always said Heathers first born Frank and Shelly’s first born daughter, Mel would fall in love and get married someday. When Shelly is diagnosed with an aggressive stomach cancer Mel wants to grant her dying wish and marry Frank. “It’s my one regret.” She told Mel late one evening when she couldn’t sleep “I won’t see you get married.”
Mel asks Heather for Frank’s number and sends him a text begging for his help even though they haven’t seen eachother in over a decade. He agrees and they make plans for him to fly to Virgina that weekend. He really enjoys texting with her and before he knows it the crush he had on her as a ten year old kid is fully revived. She never knew that he would count down the days until the week his family spent with the King’s every summer. She didn’t know how many letters he had written in his little handwriting professing his love for her.
Mel furiously worked with Becca and Heather to pull together flowers, a simple dress, a cake and a playlist. When Frank arrives Mel picks him up from the airport anticipating the gangly teenager she remembered but is met with an incredibly handsome doctor with sexy hair and bright blue eyes. “There’s my bride!” He yells across the airport running to Mel for a bear hug she desperately needed.
That evening over pizza Becca, who had rightly declared herself maid of honor, made plans for Mel’s something borrowed, a diamond bracelet belonging to her mother, something old, her grandmothers handkerchief and something blue, the flowers that would be pinned into her hair. “Becca I know you’re having a lot of fun but you know this isn’t real, right?” Mel reminded her. “I know but someday it could be and we can do it all again!” She declared. Mel rolled her eyes at her sister fondly.
Frank spent his evening at the King house visiting with Shelly. He wanted to spend all the time he could talking to her and his mother. Shelly cupped Franks cheek putting her thumb in the dimple on his chin like she did when he was a little boy “You’ll make my Mel so happy. You’ll care her won’t you?” Frank laid his hand over hers “for as long as she’ll have me Shelly, for as long as she’ll have me.”
The next day in Franks best suit and Mel in a white silk gown with blue flowers in her hair she pretend marry’s Frank Landon complete with cheap rings he found in a store in Pittsburgh. When the officiant from Shelly’s church ended the fake marriage with a very real “you may kiss your bride!” Frank slid his hand to the back of Mel’s neck kissing her soundly. Mel expected a sweet kiss to seal there fake marriage, not the bone melting kiss he gave her. Her body buzzed with electricity, her skin prickled with desire. “I’ve wanted to do that for years” he whispered just for Mel to hear. She blushed furiously and smiled. “I think I’d like to do that again..alone.” She whispered back “stick around there’s more where that came from.” He winked.
