Monday, November 07, 2011

Tuesday Tales - Wedding

“I can’t believe I’m getting married in just a few short hours,” Alexandra said.

Neither can I,” her best friend Dee said. “This has been a long time coming.”

“Yes it has.” Looking in the mirror she pointed below her eye,” Can you give me another coat of eyeliner?”

“I’ll give you that and another coat of mascara. You sure you don’t want me to put on the false eyelashes I bought?”

“Positive. I want to look as natural as possible.”

“You look gorgeous,” she referred to Alexandra’s white form fitting satin wedding dress.

“I shouldn’t have listened to you. I should have gone down to city hall and got married by the justice of the peace.”

“Nonsense. You waited over twenty years to find Mr. Right. You deserve to have the whole shitten caboodle.”

“But I feel so out of place. It’s not like I’m a virgin.”

“Let’s not go there again.” Putting the blush brush down she said, “I’m going to get us an ice tea, with a splash of lemon Vodka.”

“Make mine a double.”

Alexandra relished being left alone for a few minutes. The past two weeks she had second thoughts about getting married, giving up her independence, especially having to wash someone else’s dirty underwear.

This wasn’t the first time she had second guessed herself. Four years ago she was engaged to a top District Attorney. Their courtship was world win. Mark took her to places beyond her wildest dreams. Never did she imagine herself sitting in a gondola exploring the canals of Italy and posing for a picture in front of the Eifel Tower.

Jewels and designer clothes overtook her closets and jewelry box. She had everything she could ever dream of, except for one thing, love. There was no passion in their relationship. Truth of the matter, their relationship had reversed into a one way love. Mark wound up becoming possessive and turned her once carefree life into a daytime planner, down to their sex life. She ran, not looking back, and karma took over for the next four years leaving her alone and lonely.

Again, she questioned if this was love or just her last attempt not to add another failed relationship into her corner. What if she married him and things didn’t work out? Stop it. Just do it and stop making excuses.

Dee returned with their drinks and a bag of chips, dressed in a navy blue beaded gown. “Are you feeling better?”

“I guess you’re right. I’m just reading too much into things and looking too far back into the past.”

“Then let’s do it. Everyone is downstairs in the chapel waiting to see you.”

“This is it. There’s no turning back.”

“Everything will be all right.”

Dee opened the door and walked down the circular stairs in front of her. Alexandra walked down the stairs holding up her dress, not to trip. She hoped that this would be the one time that she followed it through.

The piano started playing the wedding march and Dee pushed open the French doors. Alexandra stood in the doorway looking down the aisle. The groom stood with his back to her.

“I can’t do this.”

“Sh,” Dee whispered. “Everyone is going to hear you. Your voice is echoing through the chapel.”

“I can’t help it. I’m not sure I’m making the right decision. This happens every time I play this scene over and over in my mind.”

“Don’t you dare walk out of here,” Dee pleaded. “I think this time you will be satisfied with the outcome.”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep walking. I have a feeling you are going to be happy.”

Slowly she walked down the short aisle. When she reached the altar, the groom turned around. It was Billy.

Alexandra jumped up. She turned the light on and clenched her hands against her chest. Every time she had this dream, when the groom turned around he had no face. This was the omen she had been waiting for, proving that Billy is the one that she had been searching for all these years.

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1 comment:

  1. Oh this was wonderful! You had me going all the way and then it was Billy and then it was a dream. So clever and I never saw the twist coming. Beautifull done, Karen.