As my soon-to-be step mum, Juliana started down the aisle, the bridal chorus began. She was followed by six bridesmaids all dressed in salmon colored, floor-length gowns. I was last. My father had insisted that I be the maid of honor, even though Juliana had wanted her friend to be the maid of honor. The argument over the maid of honor was so bad that I was left wondering if the wedding would be canceled. Unfortunately, the wedding was not canceled and my dad won so I got to wear a floor length gown in scarlet. All seven of us bridesmaids had plain white rose bouquets, while Juliana had a white wedding gown and her bouquet was made of salmon and scarlet colored roses.
The ceremony took a long time. Then afterwards, we had to have photos taken and have our hair and makeup touched up. By the time I stepped out of the church, almost every one was gone. I have been to a lot of weddings, I have a lot of older cousins, and the worst part of the whole process for me is the reception. It takes too long and ,only being seventeen and not quite at the legal drinking age, I still get to eat of the child’s menu and have orange juice with my meal. The adult’s get so drunk at the weddings I have been to, the reception drags on for hours and hours. I planned on ditching the reception and head straight to my friend Norah’s house, where I was staying until the end of my dad’s honeymoon.
My dad must have known of my plan because I had to take my packed bag and money for transport and the dry cleaners with me to the wedding. He must have also known that I might need a little time to myself after the wedding to just sit and think so he wasn’t pressuring my to come to the reception; he knew that this whole day, my mum would be on my mind.
"Addie, are you coming?" my father asked as he placed my bag on the sidewalk and crossed the road to climb into the waiting limousine. "You know that you are always welcome to come to the reception at any time?"
"You know how much I hate receptions but if you really want, I might turn up a little later dad," I replied. "But I really should get settled at Norah's house before I do anything. And I need to get this dress to the dry cleaners so it will be ready for cousin Leanne‘s wedding next week."
“I thought she had a lilac gown picked out for you to wear,” he asked.
“No, she saw this gown,” I replied indicating to my dress.” and she loved it so much that she decided that I should wear this.”
"Ok then. You know that gown really suits you. You should wear that color more often. Behave while at Norah‘s house. We‘ll miss you," my father called, as the limousine sped down the road.
"Have a nice honeymoon," I said sarcastically but no one was around to hear me, or so I thought.
I sat back down on the steps of the church, spreading my scarlet bridesmaid dress around me in a was that it wouldn‘t get dirty and placed my bouquet in my lap. I had just got settled and distracted into my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. As I jumped up in fright, my bouquet fell from my lap. The boy who had walked up behind me, scooped down to pick up the roses at the same time that I had turned and started to walk down the stairs.
Grabbing my wrist as I walked away, the boy said, “Sounds like someone doesn’t like their step-mum.”
“How does it concern you? And how did you know she‘s my step-mum,” I snapped, yanking my arm back.
“Well, it doesn’t and you just told me. Ohh and I’m Matt by the way.”
“Like I care.”
“I’m guessing your name is Addie?”
“No, it’s not. How long were you listening to my dad’s and my conversation. You know it is rude to eavesdrop so don’t.
“Nah I‘ll keep doing it, it’s fun. So if Addie isn’t your name, what is?
“Adeline. Now can you get off my dress and leave me in peace?”
“Only if you tell me why you don’t like your step-mum. And if you take the bouquet back.”
“My real mum died six months ago and my dad has already remarried. Happy now?” I said snatching the flowers out of his hand.
“I’m so sorry.” Matt said while stepping back off my dress, his mouth wide open.
“Yeah? Well I don’t take sympathy off strangers,” I replied, my voice breaking.
I picked up my bag off the sidewalk and started down the street. A few minutes later, I heard familiar footsteps.
“Not again.” I mumbled to myself, speeding up my pace to a jog, which is pretty hard in stilettos.
I turned onto the path that led up to Norah’s front door. Norah must have been waiting for me to turn up because as soon as I reached the door, she flung it open.
“Hey Addie,” she said, taking my bag off me. “Why is that guy following you? He’s cute.”
“Well I don’t know,” I replied “But I thought I lost him while crossing main street.”
“Come inside and get changed. The drycleaners closes soon and we can’t clean that dress here-it will get ruined,” Norah said.
Norah tuned to take my bag to the guest room, where I would be staying till my father and his wife got back from Vanuatu. I walked into the fa
familiar front hall and turned to close the door behind me but Matt’s foot was in the way.
“What do you want,” I snapped.
“I wanted to ask you if you were going to the reception,” Matt replied kindly.
“Why do you care,” I sniped. “And what’s your real reason for being here.”
“Well if your going to the reception, to save me a dance. I mainly can here to apologize for this afternoon,” Matt answered sincerely.
I am not one for forgiving easily and I didn’t want to go over our earlier conversation so, to get rid of Matt, I dug the heel of my stiletto into the toe of his runner. As he grabbed his foot in pain, I slammed the door in his face.
Sorry about the edit, it didn't all come up and I realized too late.
There was tabs for every new paragraph, but the didn't turn up.
The ceremony took a long time. Then afterwards, we had to have photos taken and have our hair and makeup touched up. By the time I stepped out of the church, almost every one was gone. I have been to a lot of weddings, I have a lot of older cousins, and the worst part of the whole process for me is the reception. It takes too long and ,only being seventeen and not quite at the legal drinking age, I still get to eat of the child’s menu and have orange juice with my meal. The adult’s get so drunk at the weddings I have been to, the reception drags on for hours and hours. I planned on ditching the reception and head straight to my friend Norah’s house, where I was staying until the end of my dad’s honeymoon.
My dad must have known of my plan because I had to take my packed bag and money for transport and the dry cleaners with me to the wedding. He must have also known that I might need a little time to myself after the wedding to just sit and think so he wasn’t pressuring my to come to the reception; he knew that this whole day, my mum would be on my mind.
"Addie, are you coming?" my father asked as he placed my bag on the sidewalk and crossed the road to climb into the waiting limousine. "You know that you are always welcome to come to the reception at any time?"
"You know how much I hate receptions but if you really want, I might turn up a little later dad," I replied. "But I really should get settled at Norah's house before I do anything. And I need to get this dress to the dry cleaners so it will be ready for cousin Leanne‘s wedding next week."
“I thought she had a lilac gown picked out for you to wear,” he asked.
“No, she saw this gown,” I replied indicating to my dress.” and she loved it so much that she decided that I should wear this.”
"Ok then. You know that gown really suits you. You should wear that color more often. Behave while at Norah‘s house. We‘ll miss you," my father called, as the limousine sped down the road.
"Have a nice honeymoon," I said sarcastically but no one was around to hear me, or so I thought.
I sat back down on the steps of the church, spreading my scarlet bridesmaid dress around me in a was that it wouldn‘t get dirty and placed my bouquet in my lap. I had just got settled and distracted into my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. As I jumped up in fright, my bouquet fell from my lap. The boy who had walked up behind me, scooped down to pick up the roses at the same time that I had turned and started to walk down the stairs.
Grabbing my wrist as I walked away, the boy said, “Sounds like someone doesn’t like their step-mum.”
“How does it concern you? And how did you know she‘s my step-mum,” I snapped, yanking my arm back.
“Well, it doesn’t and you just told me. Ohh and I’m Matt by the way.”
“Like I care.”
“I’m guessing your name is Addie?”
“No, it’s not. How long were you listening to my dad’s and my conversation. You know it is rude to eavesdrop so don’t.
“Nah I‘ll keep doing it, it’s fun. So if Addie isn’t your name, what is?
“Adeline. Now can you get off my dress and leave me in peace?”
“Only if you tell me why you don’t like your step-mum. And if you take the bouquet back.”
“My real mum died six months ago and my dad has already remarried. Happy now?” I said snatching the flowers out of his hand.
“I’m so sorry.” Matt said while stepping back off my dress, his mouth wide open.
“Yeah? Well I don’t take sympathy off strangers,” I replied, my voice breaking.
I picked up my bag off the sidewalk and started down the street. A few minutes later, I heard familiar footsteps.
“Not again.” I mumbled to myself, speeding up my pace to a jog, which is pretty hard in stilettos.
I turned onto the path that led up to Norah’s front door. Norah must have been waiting for me to turn up because as soon as I reached the door, she flung it open.
“Hey Addie,” she said, taking my bag off me. “Why is that guy following you? He’s cute.”
“Well I don’t know,” I replied “But I thought I lost him while crossing main street.”
“Come inside and get changed. The drycleaners closes soon and we can’t clean that dress here-it will get ruined,” Norah said.
Norah tuned to take my bag to the guest room, where I would be staying till my father and his wife got back from Vanuatu. I walked into the fa
familiar front hall and turned to close the door behind me but Matt’s foot was in the way.
“What do you want,” I snapped.
“I wanted to ask you if you were going to the reception,” Matt replied kindly.
“Why do you care,” I sniped. “And what’s your real reason for being here.”
“Well if your going to the reception, to save me a dance. I mainly can here to apologize for this afternoon,” Matt answered sincerely.
I am not one for forgiving easily and I didn’t want to go over our earlier conversation so, to get rid of Matt, I dug the heel of my stiletto into the toe of his runner. As he grabbed his foot in pain, I slammed the door in his face.
Sorry about the edit, it didn't all come up and I realized too late.
There was tabs for every new paragraph, but the didn't turn up.