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to stop waiting. Abel had told her that love takes time to heal but she'll never heal. Only Chris can complete the hole in her heart but he hasn't even picked up the phone to call her.
Callie turned away from her reflection. Someday she'll probably get over him but for now...for now the pain was still fresh and lonely.
Yup. Callie sighed. There will be no fairy tale wedding in her near future.
Chapter Twenty
The bride slowly walked down the aisle towards her groom, a vision in white.
Callie, along with over one hundred viewers watched Sarah Picket gracefully glide towards Gregory, her future husband. Gregory stood tall and proud, handsome in his black tux with his dark hair slicked back. He patiently waited for his future bride's arrival, eyes fixed on her but Callie couldn't help but think that he didn't looked pleased. In fact he looked a little too grim.
"Psst! Callie!"
Callie glanced behind her and found Mizz Ivory smiling and waving at her like they just hadn't talked to each other ten minutes ago. Callie returned the smile and Abel, sitting beside Mizz Ivory, winked at her like they were sharing some secret.
Blinking with thoughtful confusion, Callie returned her attention to the bride. At the last minute, Sarah had changed her mind and decided to wear a white version of her peach colored mermaid wedding dress. Nevermind that the designers and their workers had to work overnight just to perfect the last minute decision. Just as long as Sarah was happy.
Whatever , Callie thought tiredly. In a few minutes Sarah will be happily married and Callie can book a flight to France. She needed time away from the family and yes, even Abel and Mizz Ivory. Though she loved them even more for showing up to the wedding, both looking their outrageous best. Miss Ivory In a clingy gold cocktail dress and blonde curly wig styled up, and Abel in a fitted and glittering white suit. He stood way out with that suit, along with the white cane and hat with a white feather sticking out of it.
Oddly enough, he looked good. Callie grinned. Only Abel...
Richard, their step-father decked out in a black Armani suit, handed Sarah over to her groom and the priest began with the ritual to seal them as man and wife. As the man of God spoke, Callie couldn't help but sneak a look at the massive white double doors, daydreaming that Chris would burst in and pledge his undying love to her and THEY'D be the one to be married.
You wish, Callie told herself with a mental snort. That only happens in movies you silly, lovesick girl.
Still, her heart fell when seconds ticked by and no Chris. Chin lifting, Callie squeezed the stems of the flowers in her hands. Her eyes blurred as she focused her attention on Sarah, who was now making a speech about loving Gregory and knowing he was the one for her the moment they met.
Gag me , Callie thought rudely then mentally kicked herself. Even though she and Sarah has never gotten along...she wanted Sarah to be happy. Maybe with love in her life, her older sister would become more approachable and less heartless.
"If anyone objects to this marriage," the priest said in a booming voice, "let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
"I thought they only say that in movies," Mizz Ivory whispered to Abel not so discreetly.
"Shh!" Someone shushed her.
Ivory looked around. "Hey! Who said that! You shush!"
"Calm down, Ivory," Abel patted her hand, "you're making a scene."
"Hmph!" Mizz Ivory sat back down and relaxed. She waved a hand to the priest. "Proceed." Gregory and Sarah stared at her. Callie held back a giggle but beside her Hannah didn't bother to hold her giggle in. When their mother glared at her, Hannah coughed and tried her best to look serene.
And then it happened. Just like in the movies, the double doors burst open, letting in a stream of light from the blinding sun. Guests gasped, turning back to look at the person who had rudely and noisily entered the
Callie turned away from her reflection. Someday she'll probably get over him but for now...for now the pain was still fresh and lonely.
Yup. Callie sighed. There will be no fairy tale wedding in her near future.
Chapter Twenty
The bride slowly walked down the aisle towards her groom, a vision in white.
Callie, along with over one hundred viewers watched Sarah Picket gracefully glide towards Gregory, her future husband. Gregory stood tall and proud, handsome in his black tux with his dark hair slicked back. He patiently waited for his future bride's arrival, eyes fixed on her but Callie couldn't help but think that he didn't looked pleased. In fact he looked a little too grim.
"Psst! Callie!"
Callie glanced behind her and found Mizz Ivory smiling and waving at her like they just hadn't talked to each other ten minutes ago. Callie returned the smile and Abel, sitting beside Mizz Ivory, winked at her like they were sharing some secret.
Blinking with thoughtful confusion, Callie returned her attention to the bride. At the last minute, Sarah had changed her mind and decided to wear a white version of her peach colored mermaid wedding dress. Nevermind that the designers and their workers had to work overnight just to perfect the last minute decision. Just as long as Sarah was happy.
Whatever , Callie thought tiredly. In a few minutes Sarah will be happily married and Callie can book a flight to France. She needed time away from the family and yes, even Abel and Mizz Ivory. Though she loved them even more for showing up to the wedding, both looking their outrageous best. Miss Ivory In a clingy gold cocktail dress and blonde curly wig styled up, and Abel in a fitted and glittering white suit. He stood way out with that suit, along with the white cane and hat with a white feather sticking out of it.
Oddly enough, he looked good. Callie grinned. Only Abel...
Richard, their step-father decked out in a black Armani suit, handed Sarah over to her groom and the priest began with the ritual to seal them as man and wife. As the man of God spoke, Callie couldn't help but sneak a look at the massive white double doors, daydreaming that Chris would burst in and pledge his undying love to her and THEY'D be the one to be married.
You wish, Callie told herself with a mental snort. That only happens in movies you silly, lovesick girl.
Still, her heart fell when seconds ticked by and no Chris. Chin lifting, Callie squeezed the stems of the flowers in her hands. Her eyes blurred as she focused her attention on Sarah, who was now making a speech about loving Gregory and knowing he was the one for her the moment they met.
Gag me , Callie thought rudely then mentally kicked herself. Even though she and Sarah has never gotten along...she wanted Sarah to be happy. Maybe with love in her life, her older sister would become more approachable and less heartless.
"If anyone objects to this marriage," the priest said in a booming voice, "let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
"I thought they only say that in movies," Mizz Ivory whispered to Abel not so discreetly.
"Shh!" Someone shushed her.
Ivory looked around. "Hey! Who said that! You shush!"
"Calm down, Ivory," Abel patted her hand, "you're making a scene."
"Hmph!" Mizz Ivory sat back down and relaxed. She waved a hand to the priest. "Proceed." Gregory and Sarah stared at her. Callie held back a giggle but beside her Hannah didn't bother to hold her giggle in. When their mother glared at her, Hannah coughed and tried her best to look serene.
And then it happened. Just like in the movies, the double doors burst open, letting in a stream of light from the blinding sun. Guests gasped, turning back to look at the person who had rudely and noisily entered the
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