The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Markus Zusak, The book Thief
17|| Rehearsal dinner (part 1)
Just as Bash said, the next few days were hectic. All of us were running around like headless chicken, trying to finalize everything for the millionth time and then some.
The decoration, the bouquet, all of our clothes, the veil, the hairpin, other jewelry, the wedding rings, the food, alcohol, everything seemed to require a checking up. Something either got messed up, or something was changed at the last moment and it had to be redone.
You'd think with barely a week left before the wedding, everyone will be more focused on wearing the right clothes for the rehearsal and writing up the best speech. But what was happening was completely different and I had no words to describe it at all.
Then finally it was the night of the rehearsal and I decided on a dark green short dress that showed my cleavage and went criss-cross across the top.
Since Bash was again my date for the night I told him to include dark green in his outfit. Which he did with a dark green tie and had a folded handkerchief in the breast pocket of his cream suit.
When everything was ready and set, the priest gave us a rundown on who was supposed to walk when and with whom, stand where and all of that. After the briefing, we lined up to walk out pair by pair, with me and Bash being the last pair before the bride comes with her father.
When Bash and I reached the end, he gave me hands a squeeze and we split, going to our sides, then Mark walked down from the side gate and stood in front of Bash.
It was time for Dad to walk Mia down the aisle and the gates opened dramatically. Mia wearing a short white dress was clutching onto dad's arm as she walked down the aisle, my dad on the other hand looked about ready to cry.
One look at him and you could see just how happy and sad this makes him, happy to see his little girl finding love and marrying and sad because she is going to go.
Talk about dramatic. And it wasn't even the actual wedding.
We did the walk a couple more times and then took a break so we could have something to drink and then go back and practice walking a few more times.
It feels like learning how to walk in heels all over again.
The girls wanted me to spend some time with them and I relented albeit reluctantly.
It was when about half of my drink was gone when there was a slight argument being heard a couple tables over. We turned to see who and what it was, and lo and behold, it was the groom's table.
The guys who went to college with us looked pissed and Mark's school friends looked confused but done.
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