Chapter 63

Dihanna moved, but she did not wake. She fell asleep fifteen minutes after the plane took off. She did not nap long, but an hour and a half were enough for her to recharge her energy. She had not slept well the night before, her boyfriend didn't let her. Rainy days brought out the naughty side of Dominik.

Dom smiled and placed himself so his girlfriend could lay her head on his shoulder.

“We're almost there” he said, leaning in to kiss his girl's forehead.

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled.

“I love you.”

Dominik smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“I love you, too” he said and turned towards the plane window. He wishes in the depths of his soul this were Samanta.

Not 20 minutes later, flight 2414 of Lufthansa landed on the strip of the Stockholm Arlanda Airport. Dominik wrote to his sister right away, letting her know they had arrived and they were looking forward to joining her for lunch.

Dihanna and Dom went to their hotel to leave their baggage and refresh themselves. It was a short flight, but the change in atmospheric pressure always affected him a little, so he had to take a strong pain killer to help his headache.

One hour later, they were both ready to leave for the Bistro bestick, which was nearby their hotel, so they decided they'd walk and enjoy the beautiful landscapes of Stockholm.

Dihanna's phone rang and she stopped to answer. Dominik walked on towards a bench and sat down. He did not like overhearing his girlfriend's conversations. And, by the looks of it, it must have been her agent. She had been getting many phone calls from her agent lately, she had an ongoing agreement with her label. She got her three months off, as long as she was available for any Skype interview that could come up, apart from attending every social event happening in whatever town she was.

Dihanna hung up and you could see the discomfort in her face.

“Is something wrong?” Asked Dominik as soon as she came up to him.

“I have to go back to the hotel to get on Skype” Dominik frowned. “Vogue wants an interview for their next issue, they want me on the cover as well.”

“No problem. You should go” although Dominik was upset, he understood. It was her job, she had to abide by her contracts. “Duty calls.”

Dihanna leaned in and kissed his lips.

“Are you upset?” She asked notably embarrassed.

“No, honey. Go.”

“You're my sun” she kissed his lips again. “Say hi to Karol for me” she winked. “See you tonight.”

She walked away, towards their hotel and Dominik continued on his way to the restaurant where he'd have lunch with his sister.

*****

Karol sighed and looked at the time once more. Her brother should have been there ten minutes ago, typical Dominik, always showing up late. She took a sip of wine and signaled the waiter for a refill. She looked out the window and felt relieved to see him show up, although it was weird that he came on his own.

“Sorry I am late” he said as he approached his sister's table.

“And Dihanna? I thought she was coming, too.”

“She had to go back to the hotel. Her agent called her to…” he could not finish his explanation. “Did you order yet?” He changed the subject.

“No. I was expecting you.”

“Good. Let's order something. I am starved.”

For the next hour, Dominik and Karol ate delicious dishes and tasted a few wines off the menu. They were chatting about what Dominik did after the World Cup, what she had been doing in different countries in Europe with her job.

To Dominik, Karol was synonym of trust, that was why he told his sister everything. He needed to let her know about something that had been fluttering among his thought lately and he did not want to discuss with Friedrich, since he had been acting very weird as of late.

“I think I am ready now” said Dominik after a long time of talking to his sister.

“Ready for what?” asked his sister.

“To propose to Dihanna.”

Karol observed him carefully, looking for any hints of doubt in her little brother's eyes.

“I don't know, Dom. Three months ago, you seemed so… excited about that girl. Samanta? Is that her name?”

Dominik felt his heart sink. Just hearing her name caused him a very strange feeling.

“That was just a fling. Nothing important.”

“Jeez! Dominik. You almost kill that guy over that girl. You dare come to tell me that was a fling, unimportant?”

“Alright. You win. It did matter to me, but not to her.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“She left without even saying goodbye. No matter what do to contact her, I have always failed. She does not want me to find her.”

“Do you even love Dihanna enough to wed her?” Questioned Karol.

“I have known her since I was young. We were apart for a while because our relationship stagnated. We needed to grow up…”

“Dominik, being used to someone is one thing, but love is a very different thing.”

“She is a nice woman and…”

“I think sunny afternoons are nice” his sister cut him off. “You cannot say the woman you want to marry is nice.”

“Dihanna would be the perfect wife. She's pretty, good with children and she can cook.”

“You just described your mother.”

Dominik frowned and crossed his arms.

“I did not ask for your permission, I am letting you know.”

“It sounded as though you were asking for my opinion.”

“And I got it” Dominik slammed his fist on the table, startling Karol.

“Alright, then” The eldest Weigand put her hands up as a sign of surrender. “I am not here to argue. If you think marrying Dihanna is the way to go, go ahead. Fine by me.”

“Fine. I do want your opinion for something else” said Dominik, relaxing his face.

“What would that be?”

“Help me pick a ring. I want to propose tonight.”

“Wow! You are seriously rushing things.”

“I made my call, Karol. Are you with me or not?” Dominik felt the muscles in his jaw tensed up.

“Gee, Dominik! You are so much grumpier than usual” her brother looked at her insistently. “Fine. Fine. I'm in.”

“Great. I'll pay the check and then we can leave.”