First Love...Only Love:

Chapter 27

'Parker have you got the rings, sweetheart?'

 'Yes, mum,' he smiled proudly at Macy.  'You look beautiful.'

 'Thank you,' she hugged him.  'So do you, you look gorgeous.'

 'Thanks mum.'

 'Let me see the rings,' Macy asked.

 Parker rolled his eyes and removed the little box from his inside breast pocket.  'Dad said I should keep them here,' he pointed to the said pocket.  Parker felt extremely honoured that his dad had entrusted him with something so important.

'Please, please don't lose them,' Macy pleaded.

'I won't mum.  Are you ready now?  The limo is waiting,' Parker announced elaborately.

Twain had wanted Macy and her family to be escorted to the church in style.  He'd made sure to hire a limo to escort, Claudia, Don and Parker and Macy's maid of honour. Parker could not understand why his dad could not leave with them in the same vehicle.

 'Now for the something borrowed,' Nicky Stone her best friend since high school, grinned.

'What is it?'  Macy laughed. 

She had earlier shown Nicky the very sexy lingerie that Twain had delivered to her early this morning.  It had been white satin, with sapphire blue lace trimmings.  The card had said, "something new, something blue ... for my bride."

Nicky retrieved a sterling silver ankle bracelet from her purse and held it out for Macy to look at.  Macy was not wearing any jewellery today, other than Twain's engagement ring.  Her hair was styled, flowing over her ears, so all she had on were tiny diamond studs. That took care of the something old.

'Show me some leg,' Nicky laughed, going down on her knees.

Macy giggled, carefully lifting her gown and pushed her right ankle forward.  'That looks expensive Nicky,'

'That's why you're only borrowing it,' Nicky smiled, standing to her feet again.

'Thank you for being here for me, Nicky.'

 Just returning the favour, love.'  Macy had been Nicky's maid of honour.  'Oh Mace, I'm so, so happy for you,' Nicky held Macy's hands.  'You look stunning,' she complimented with moist eyes.

'You think Twain will like the dress?'  Last minutes jitters made Macy look in the mirror critically.

'"Like it?"  He is going to love it, Mace.'

 'I hope so,' Macy smiled nervously at her friend, looking for affirmation.  'I want him to like it.'

Macy wanted to see the appreciation in Twain's eyes when he looked at her.   She wanted Twain to never ever forget what his bride looked like.

'Darling, you look absolutely stunning,' Claudia came into Macy's bedroom and smiled delightedly at her daughter.  It was time to leave for the church.

'Thank you mum,' Macy smiled, moisture filling her eyes.

'I agree,' Don smiled, 'and I am enthralled to give the bride away.'

'Thank you Don,' she hugged her big brother.  'Shall we leave before Twain starts getting anxious?'

Parker and Don held out her train as she slid into the limo.

'We're going on honeymoon to Zanzibar, Uncle Don.'

 Everybody laughed, including the chauffeur.  Don ruffled his nephew's hair.  'Why don't you spent the week with me?'  Don suggested to Parker.  'I'll take you to Hartbeespoort Dam.'