If she ever got married in a place like this,her mother would weep and wail for a month of sundays. Karla Meghan unlikely bridesmaid looked around the small chapel, taking note of the garnish pink and purple drapery swags,and the fake marble pedestals holding bouquets of fake white roses. The dozens of white candles weren't too bad, but then,she would have actually preferred coloured candles and this entirely wasn't her taste if she were to be the bride.
Well, good thing it wasn't her. With all the fame and money,her wedding being like this would certainly be termed a cheap one. But then,come to think of it....Her mother would be grateful if Karla ever got married at all. She wouldn't mind if the wedding and everything about it seemed cheap,fake or not. As the only child, Karla had been her mother's only hope especially in everything. And not like she was in full support of her now career. Even at twenty six,she still hoped Karla's modeling career was only a rebellious phase that would end when she finally found 'Mr Right.'
The wedding march suddenly blared from speakers. She let all thoughts of her mom slip to the back of her mind and turned with the dozen or so guests to watch the bride walk down the aisle.
God!
Her friend Sandra looked beautiful in that strapless white dress. The material shimmered and the full skirt flowed down to the pink shag carpet and swished when she walked.
Karla smiled within herself and imagined how hers would be like. With her draped in that shimmering overflowing white dress,and a bunch of real white roses in her hands. On her feet would be a pair of expensive shiny silver sandals. Her clouded in full glam and all, walking down the aisle just like Sandra now, towards Andre.
Andre......
Would it be Andre? Did he even love her to make her his bride or wife?.
She felt her heart twitch suddenly. He had never talked about marriage or even a life time commitment when they were together. And the fact that they'd been dating for quite sometime, almost a year now made her think she was only wasting her time being with Andre. After she had dated George Sanders,she hadn't been in any relationship close to three years just before Andre showed up. And now, everyone knew she was his girl. But she didn't want only that. She didn't want to be just his girl. She wanted to be his, forever,a life time thing,with him,Andre Lewis McCabe. She wanted to wake every morning with him by her side. That was all she wanted. But Andre didn't seem to want that just yet.
Lieutenant James Robert,the groom,beamed at his bride,as she advanced down the aisle. Pure love for Sandra shone in his eyes and Karla felt a stab of....was that envy?
Nah.
James was a good guy,and he deserved happiness which she certainly believed he'd get in full with her friend Sandra as his wife.She had about busted a gut of cheering for them when he and Sandra had announced their engagement. It was just the look that came over James whenever he gazed at his fiancee. Like she was the missing part of his soul. Even the toughest man in the world might get a little knot in his throat watching that.
Karla glanced around and spotted George Sanders. A gasp of shock escaped her lips.
What in the world was he doing here?
She stared at him.
What the?....he was the best man. Okay wow!
George was too busy winking at the pretty maid of honor standing in front of Karla. She shook her head. What a player. He didn't seem to change after all these years. On the other hand,it wasn't her business anymore. Not like she still had anything to do with him. She cleared her expression and smiled as Sandra stepped up and took her groom's hand.
The vows were short and sweet. Even with Elvis curling his lips and swinging his hips to punctuate each statement. Pastor Elvis pronounced James and Sandra husband and wife while Karla and the other guests clapped thier hands and cheered loudly.
James looking very happy and strong in his black tuxedo suit, extended his elbow to his bride while they walked down the aisle again.
Finally it was over. Maybe Karla could get something to drink and go prop up a wall somewhere. Everyone else headed into the next room for Cake and champagne. Karla removed her white gloves and spent the next thirty minutes, nursing her glass of fresh juice while glaring at George Sanders seduction routine on the maid of honor. All George had to do was stand there and women flocked to him. Even with the short haircut, his thick dark hair begged for a woman's fingers to run through it. His mischievous light brown eyes and talk muscular build were simply icing on the cake. And when he smiled? Forget it,women were down for the count. Those twin dimples were the strongest weapon in his chelsea,and even his slightly crooked teeth only added charm to his deadly grin. But then,he wasn't to be compared with her Andre. He certainly was no match for him,in everything. Maybe because she loved Andre too much to even detect his flaws.
"Karla,come get in the picture." Sandra took her elbow and led her to stand in front of the table where the cake and punch had been served.
The photographer fiddled with the tripod. George Sanders lined up next to Karla as Sandra gathered more people into the picture.
"Aren't you going to find someone to go home with,Karla Meghan?" George mummured in her ear. After years of friendship,it irritated her how his smooth drawing voice still flowed through her core like premium oil through an engine. -"It's practically required at weddings, isn't it?" He winked at the maid of honor.
"Well, i don't think that's necessary,George Sanders." She replied casually with a smile on her face.
"Oh Karla" Sanders grimaced."you never change do you?" He scooted closer and placed his arm around her shoulder. -"I remember a time we used to go to the movies,have fun,even do crazy stuff."
"Then, that was then, almost a decade ago" she teased."We're past now."
She remembered vividly how they had been together. Even though Sanders created more time for her than Andre,he was a player,and she despised it. It disgusted her to realize she ever had something to do with George Sanders. He was an uncontrollable Cassanova. But come to think of it.....
What If Andre was a player too? Who knew...?
"Has it been that long?" Sanders asked, looking at her. His eyes twinkling mischievously and his teeth gleaming white.
She scowled "Well,not long enough i guess." Not If Sanders was still strutting around like a stay during matting season. He hadn't gotten any better since they last broke up years back.
Following the photographer's instructions,she scrunched in and placed a hand on Sanders back. -"How's McCabe doing Honey?" He whispered. Karla's heart skipped a bit.
Who most have told him about Andre?
Oh you fool! Your social life is hardly private.
The fact that she and Andre were both public figures made things like that difficult, almost impossible. Forcing a cool tone to her voice, she replied, -"Well,he's doing okay. Thanks."
As the camera flashed,she forced a smile to her face. Afterwards, everyone dispersed to enjoy themselves. The waiter passed by holding a tray containing glasses of champagne for everyone. When he reached to where George was,he extended the tray for them to take theirs. Sanders collected two glasses from him. -"Thank you." He said to the waiter,then turned towards Karla -"here darling."
Darling?
She felt the urge,to punch him right at his face. She hated it when he still called her that. Especially now she didn't feel nothing for him anymore.
"Well,thank you" she smiled, grabbing champagne glass to take a sip. He smiled, but in a mocking way.
"Oh dear Karla,Is it not pathetic your Andre Lewis guy doesn't seem to love you as much as you do him?" Sanders taunted and reached out to brush a strand of hair off her face.
The fool! He had come to mock her.
She wasn't surprised though. She said nothing to him,and only smiled,all the while sipping her champagne quietly.
"I see you're still considering if what I said is right or wrong. Well, good luck with you and your Lewis guy honey" he whispered closely into her ears. With a chuckle,he stalked off. Karla watched him storm away. Something nagged at her. She kept repeating his last words 'good luck with you and your Lewis guy'
That was it? She sighed. "Such good riddance to bad rubbish." George Sanders was unimportant to her at the moment.
Finally,it looked as if the newly weds were taking their leave. James was acting like a lovesick fool, hanging all over his bride as if he had emphysema and she was his oxygen. Karla laughed within herself at the love displayed by the newly weds. She was entirely grateful the wedding was over. She needed to go home,right away,and that was exactly what she was going to do,after exchanging pleasantries with everyone.
"Congratulations Mrs Sandra Robert."
Karla cheered with a huge smile on her face. Her friend,Sandra Trish, now Sandra Robert was married.
"Oh Karla,thank you so much." Sandra replied with a big hug and a peck on both cheek. -"I'm so glad you could make it Karla, regardless of your schedules. Thank you."
"C'mon Sandra, you're my friend." She squeezed Sandra's hand gently -"I'm happy for you,Mrs Robert."
The thought of Sandra being a wife already, made her happy. And she hoped that in no distant time,in a very short while, she'd be next.
With Andre, hopefully........
