The Days Of Kelsea's

(23) Kelsea - Thursday 31st August, 11.45 p.m, Front Garden

(23) Kelsea - Thursday 31st August, 11.45 p.m, Front Garden

The weather out here is wonderful. It's not warm, but it isn't freezing. The thing I hate the most is the wind and there's none of that out here tonight. It's a lovely summer-autumn night, and although I can't see the stars, it's making me feel wonderfully happy. 

It was weird yesterday because I've got into a habit of writing everyday but yesterday I didn't. The only reason was because it was boring. Very busy, but boring. 

It basically consisted of me telling Lucy about the wedding and her squealing excitedly and begging to do my hair and makeup for today. And then she went through my wardrobe and after deciding that I had nothing suitable to wear, went through hers and produced a gorgeous pale yellow coloured dress made of a light, floaty satin material, with a flared underskirt and thin straps. After we had sorted that out, I rushed off to the supermarket and got us bread, milk, eggs, and lots of soup. I also got Lucy her favourite chocolate bars - Double Decker - in a pack of four, to cheer her up.  

This morning, I got up at seven and had a long shower, then painted my toenails and finger nails a nice neutral peach colour. Lucy made my hair into this elegant style where she pinned the front pieces of hair back with a silver, diamond clip and the rest was left flowing. I like my hair, most of the time. It's not completely straight, but it isn't curly. Just wavy and red. Lucy's however is gorgeously straight, and a lighter shade of red.  

Lucy then attacked me with her make up - light lipgloss, mascara and blusher. For once in a while I felt somewhat pretty, as I stared at myself in the mirror, but there was one problem. 

Shoes. 

I know this is bad but I don't own any heels. I guess that I just had more important things in my life to purchase. I am more than satisfied with a pair if converse and a part of me wished that I could wear them to the wedding. But smart, clever Lucy snook into mum's room and produced a nice pair of cream-coloured strappy heels, which thankfully, I could walk in. I'm just thanking God that me and mum are the same shoe size. 

I have to say I was excited, so I don't even know what the bride must have felt like. Apparently for men, weddings are something to just get out of the way, so I wasn't expecting Kale to look overjoyed. 

Apparently I was wrong. He came to the door at a quarter past nine wearing a very handsome cream suit and blue tie, a great big gleaming smile on his face.  

"My, my. Kelsea Richardson." He actually looked me up and down with those ocean greeny-blue eyes of his. I was still half hiding behind the door, and he actually told me to come out so with a giggle, Lucy shoved me gently out onto the front step and shut the door behind me.  

"Do I look okay?" Was my lame first line. 

He just grinned appreciatively, that type of grin which would make any girl feel good about themselves. 

"Very fine," is all that he said. Then he suddenly added, "I told you that you'd find something to wear." 

"Well, I think you look very handsome." I remember how I actually blushed, and looked away from Kale's face as we walked to his truck, and he actually opened my door for me and then nodded, as I slowly climbed inside. 

At this point I thought that the ride would be awkward, but it really wasn't.  

"My parents have already gone with Christie," Kale began talking immediately as we drove away and I looked back at my house. "She's being a bridesmaid." 

Grinning, I whispered, "She'll look lovely." 

At that point Kale glanced over at me with a smile, as he drove down the sunny, summery road, the one which always looked so bad in winter. We were surrounded by green trees all of a sudden, with the golden sunlight cutting through each branch, and a few birds tweeting on each tree. Gone was the awful gloominess and drizzle of yesterday.