Amirah held the white roses in her hand as she watched her best friend Davie patiently wait for his bride, Sharon, to walk down the aisle.
He had met the blue-eyed, strawberry blonde when he attended Stanford. He was one out of the 5 percent of black students in a sea of young white faces. He wasn't used to seeing that many white people all in one setting and didn't think he'd survive in such an environment but as time went on it simply became normal to him. When he met Sharon, he didn't think he'd end up falling in love with her (or anyone there really) but here they were 5 years later about to enter a marital union of husband and wife.
He looked over at Amirah when he felt her eyes on him. She gave him a warm smile and quickly looked away, bringing her attention to Sharon as she finally walked down the aisle in her Vera Wang gown, arm in arm with her father—a proud Jewish man who put his pride and religion aside to allow his daughter to follow her heart in peace.
Amirah forced a smile as she watched Sharon trot down the aisle with tears already falling from her piercing blue eyes. On the outside, Amirah appeared happy for her, but deep down inside, she wished it was her walking down that aisle, instead of being the bridesmaid watching from the sidelines. There was nothing more torturing than watching another woman marry the man you were madly in love with. It was like allowing a knife to slowly pierce through your heart.
I can't wait to get the fuck up out of here, she thought to herself as the couple exchanged vows in front of their pastor.
During toasting, she watched as all of their friends and relatives stand up one at a time talking about all of the magic and love that the newly-wed couple shared and ways that their relationship had inspired each of them. Everyone was so happy for them, and Amiah wanted so badly to also be genuinely happy for them, but she just couldn't. Apart of her felt awful for how bitter she was feeling because this was supposed to be a special day for her best friend and secondly, because Sharon was such a nice girl. She gotten to know her throughout the years, and she could honestly say that she was a great person. Davi had told her everything about their relationship. He told her all about the initial shock in Sharon's parents eyes when she brought him home to them during the holiday, but after the awkwardness, they seemed like cool people. Yea, they were cool Jewish people, too cool sometimes. There were times where her father would get drunk and desperately try to convince Davi that he had some black in him. And there were times where Sharon's younger brother, Cal, would try to score cool points with his white friends over the fact that he had a soon-to-be black brother in law. Other than the typical white people shenanigans, he loved his family in law and vice versa. Davi also told Amirah about how Sharon makes him feel and how he doesn't know how his life would have turned out had he never met her.
Yea...Amirah didn't want to breakup a happy home. Besides, if she wanted Davi to herself, she should have made that happen a long time ago when she had a chance.
The wedding was held at Sharon's father's summer mansion. His house was the most breath-taking home Amirah has ever seen. She stumbled upon the massive kitchen, grateful that no one else was there and poured herself a tall glass of white wine. She thought about her life and how she would never truly be happy because the love of her life would never be hers.
Guess I'll have to spend the rest of my life settling.
She was deep in her thoughts when the sound of foot-steps startled her. She turned around to see Davi staring at her with concern in warm, brown eyes.
"Something wrong My?" Amirah stood there admiring him for a while. He looked so handsome as ever in his ivory and cream-colored groomsmen suit.
My. She loved how his voice sounded calling her the special name he gave her—a name he had given her when they were kids.
