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Authors: Shirley Hunt
Tags: United States, Romance, Erotic Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author), Interracial, African American
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said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Now take it off because we don’t have much time!”
She reluctantly did so and handed it to me. Someone else gave her a robe so she would not be sitting there practically naked in front of all of us.
Though I was not that familiar with this type of fabric I did my best to mend it with as small stitches as possible. If it at least held until the end of the ceremony or the reception I would be happy. I was also grateful Mom had spent that time teaching us basic mending skills.
“You should thank Amanda for what she’s doing,” my sister spoke up.
Melinda muttered something of a quick thanks but my sister was having none of it.
“You treat us all badly because we’re not wealthy like you and now that you need us you still treat us poorly?”
Before it could escalate I cut in, “I’m not doing this for you, Melinda. I’m doing it for Blake as I know it would also be important to him.”
“If it were me I’d just let you waddle down the aisle with your ass exposed to half the world!” My sister snapped.
“Stop it! All of you!” I ordered as if I were talking to a group of unruly kids. “It’s my wedding and I want you all to behave!”
I clipped the stitches to Melinda’s dress and turned it right side out before handing it to her.
“There, that should do it until the end of the ceremony. You might want to enlist in a backup dress just in case.”
Melinda took the dress from my hands, “I do have one. Thank you.”
To my surprise she actually did seem grateful.
It was a small victory but still a victory. Perhaps this would be the one little thing that might help me gain an ally while navigating my way through this family.
If nothing else it at least stopped some problems for now.
Mom had indeed been right in always carry some small necessities with you on the day of your wedding.
There was a knock on the door followed by an announcement that it was time for the ceremony to begin. I would have been the first one out the door but Melinda reached it before I could. For a moment I thought that she was trying to upstage me when she stopped and looked from side to side.
“All clear! No sign of the groom in sight!” Melinda said.
It was an old custom that the bride and groom should never see one another before the wedding. While it may be a dated custom part of me still felt glad that Melinda was making sure that Blake was not around to see me.
Even Melinda’s attitude seemed to be tamed down as we walked to the ceremony. She was actually putting forth an effort to do nice things for me. I didn’t know if she could out right apologize to me for her actions due to pride or something else that she wouldn’t reveal. Perhaps this was her way of trying to make things right by doing the right and nice things.
Thankfully the rest of my party was also calmed down and there were no more spats. If there were I certainly was not informed of or about them.
The grand doors of the church open and off walked my bridal party followed by me. I could see Blake at the very end of the aisle looking almost relieved that I was in fact standing there. I was equally nervous and hoping that he was standing in his place when the ceremony began.
We had opted for a quick ceremony with the exchange of vows and rings. I liked the idea of having a quick ceremony and I suspect Blake liked it too.
At the end of the ceremony we were practically rushed out of the room and to a large limo that was waiting for us.
“Are we going home?” I asked my new husband.
“We will eventually, but right now we have our honey moon to attend to.”
“Where will we be going?”
“You will find out soon enough.”
We both smiled at each other.
Mom was right about one thing.
The wedding ceremonies always seemed to go off
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Now take it off because we don’t have much time!”
She reluctantly did so and handed it to me. Someone else gave her a robe so she would not be sitting there practically naked in front of all of us.
Though I was not that familiar with this type of fabric I did my best to mend it with as small stitches as possible. If it at least held until the end of the ceremony or the reception I would be happy. I was also grateful Mom had spent that time teaching us basic mending skills.
“You should thank Amanda for what she’s doing,” my sister spoke up.
Melinda muttered something of a quick thanks but my sister was having none of it.
“You treat us all badly because we’re not wealthy like you and now that you need us you still treat us poorly?”
Before it could escalate I cut in, “I’m not doing this for you, Melinda. I’m doing it for Blake as I know it would also be important to him.”
“If it were me I’d just let you waddle down the aisle with your ass exposed to half the world!” My sister snapped.
“Stop it! All of you!” I ordered as if I were talking to a group of unruly kids. “It’s my wedding and I want you all to behave!”
I clipped the stitches to Melinda’s dress and turned it right side out before handing it to her.
“There, that should do it until the end of the ceremony. You might want to enlist in a backup dress just in case.”
Melinda took the dress from my hands, “I do have one. Thank you.”
To my surprise she actually did seem grateful.
It was a small victory but still a victory. Perhaps this would be the one little thing that might help me gain an ally while navigating my way through this family.
If nothing else it at least stopped some problems for now.
Mom had indeed been right in always carry some small necessities with you on the day of your wedding.
There was a knock on the door followed by an announcement that it was time for the ceremony to begin. I would have been the first one out the door but Melinda reached it before I could. For a moment I thought that she was trying to upstage me when she stopped and looked from side to side.
“All clear! No sign of the groom in sight!” Melinda said.
It was an old custom that the bride and groom should never see one another before the wedding. While it may be a dated custom part of me still felt glad that Melinda was making sure that Blake was not around to see me.
Even Melinda’s attitude seemed to be tamed down as we walked to the ceremony. She was actually putting forth an effort to do nice things for me. I didn’t know if she could out right apologize to me for her actions due to pride or something else that she wouldn’t reveal. Perhaps this was her way of trying to make things right by doing the right and nice things.
Thankfully the rest of my party was also calmed down and there were no more spats. If there were I certainly was not informed of or about them.
The grand doors of the church open and off walked my bridal party followed by me. I could see Blake at the very end of the aisle looking almost relieved that I was in fact standing there. I was equally nervous and hoping that he was standing in his place when the ceremony began.
We had opted for a quick ceremony with the exchange of vows and rings. I liked the idea of having a quick ceremony and I suspect Blake liked it too.
At the end of the ceremony we were practically rushed out of the room and to a large limo that was waiting for us.
“Are we going home?” I asked my new husband.
“We will eventually, but right now we have our honey moon to attend to.”
“Where will we be going?”
“You will find out soon enough.”
We both smiled at each other.
Mom was right about one thing.
The wedding ceremonies always seemed to go off
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