Your Engagement

Your name is Andrew Brown and after living together for a couple years, a few months ago you finally popped the question and got engaged to your beautiful girlfriend Jill. She was what you considered a blonde bombshell. She kept herself in great shape and had big and perky DD cup breasts which other men were constantly ogling with envy. She was very kind with an infectious laugh and she seemed over the moon about the prospect of marrying you, and of planning the wedding. She wanted to go all out with it, which made perfect sense to you. You only get married once, right? Well, ideally.

This extravagant taste of hers was not an issue considering you both worked and your cushy office job in particular paid pretty well. Things got a bit more complex however when there was a sudden change in your workplace. Apparently your branch of the company had been underperforming, so there was going to be new management, and it seemed like a lot of people were going to be laid off. You could very well be one of them. And if you lost your job, paying for your upcoming wedding as Jill had envisioned it would be much more difficult, if not impossible.

While not yet set in stone, the looming possibility of you being fired as the company restructured itself stressed you out quite a bit. Jill was very perceptive of these things, and it was only a matter of time before she noticed something was off. That time arrived one day when you were both sitting on the couch watching a comedy on Netflix. She laughed at something and turned to see your reaction, then frowned when she saw you’d been so distant and distracted that you hadn’t even seemed to process the scene’s punchline. Her expression changed from mirthful joy to one which was much more troubled as she gave you a searching look. “Is everything okay Andy? I feel like you’re barely paying attention.” She said with a pout. You felt a pang of regret. It was probably wrong to keep secrets from her, but you didn’t want her to worry about you, or about the wedding.