The Brooch

Are There Any Objections Pt 1

Maple now stood before Tator...

Dressed to the nines and in a dapper crème colored tuxedo with his freshly groomed, polished up beard, Tator was handsome as ever. He smelled good too!

Anxiously he stood taking his place beside his best man, uncle Jeffy. As well as his big brother Les and his younger brother Fredrick. He swiped his long dirty blonde hair, that flowed past his shoulders, away from his face to get a better glimpse of Maple Joelle. To his wonderment, Tator gazed astonished at the woman that now stood before him...

Awestruck and amazed he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. The moment was here. Enamored as never before, Tator was completely besotted and couldn't believe his eyes as he gazed upon her elegance and grace. Beneath her veil, Tator could vaguely see her soft lips of watermelon pink, and fresh flowers in her dark curly hair. She stood in an eloquent, sophisticated, strapless, silk wedding gown, that complimented her caramelized flesh. That slight glimpse was more than enough to make him feel completely undone. Especially since she lingered of a seductive deliciousness in her light florals of jasmine, lavender and juicy citrus. Furthermore, her romantic dress of divine exquisitely, perfectly cinched her waste, elongating her torso as she stood in fashionable diamond white heels. And upon the top part of bodice, close to her heart, was her faithful brooch. She was a timeless beauty...

Dumbstruck, he found himself in awe of the magnificent beauty of his bride. Boy was she bewitching to all! She had never looked so breathtaking as she did to him in that very instant. He was beyond love struck and captivated as he found himself unable to breathe. But leave it to Mrs. Crowder to ruin a beautiful moment...

"Bout time!" Mrs. Crowder suddenly blurted out for all to hear.

"Shh... mutha!"  The countess Anastasia whispered in hushed tones.

"Don't shoosh me, Annya!" She griped nudging her daughter. "And stop pinchin me!"

"Magnus..." Mrs. Lexington gritted in an elegant and oh so composed manner as she spoke through her teeth with an intense smile, all the while keeping her eye on Maple and Tator.

"Pifft..." Mrs. Crowder grumbled. "Surprised she even made this far..." she griped once again under her breath as she squirmed and looked around the sanctuary.

"Mutha please..." Anastasia sheepishly murmured feeling a tad embarrassed at her mother's impertinent behavior.

"I tell you one thang__" Mrs. Crowder harshly groaned. "I__"

Just as she was about to go on a rant about Lord, knows what, Mrs. Crowder came to an abrupt halt. Why you would have thought she was now in a showdown in the old west, when her eyes suddenly connected across the isle to the bride's side, with not only a side eyeing Grandmama Hastings, but Mama Woods and Granny Woods to boot. Why they all gave her a death stare to end all days in the process of it all. The stank face they expressed her way, you would have thought she had just crop dusted the church with a stench so foul, even rotten eggs would smell like roses.

"Pifft!" She muttered again feeling foiled.

With the thick glares they exchanged and expressed toward the muttering Mrs. Crowder, she found herself biting her lip and momentarily holding her tongue. She reluctantly looked forward as she vexingly rejoined the congregation watching Maple and Tator just a few feet away from her...

Even the Reverend appeared to be giving her the eye as she sat fidgeting in the front row. With a scowl and pursed lips, Mrs. Crowder fluttered her hands for him to stop gawking at her and to refocus back on her grandson and Maple. Giving her a caveat expression as he leaned down with his eyes over his glasses. For her sake, he did as Mrs. Crowder had motioned.