Alaska

Chapter Forty-Four

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Three weeks later...

Light spiralled in through the open window, letting through the stifling air from outside as beads of light danced upon the face of the blue-eyed baby girl playing with her toes.  She was dressed in an adorable pink velvet dress, her brown strands of hair combed over and fixed with a pink bow.

Lexi bounded in through the doors of the nursery at a fast pace while brushing her thick bronze hair that had just been blow-dried by a professional stylist.  She was wearing a sweetheart neckline mint green dress with jewels encrusted on the bodice.  Her lime green flat pumps fit perfectly. 

"Come on girl, they want to take pictures!" Lexi breathed as she scooped up the three week old baby and galloped out of the room again.

There was a mass of people gathered inside Patricia and Bill Whitmore's bedroom.  It was the most vast and exquisite bedroom in the house, with its elegant wallpaper and twenty-four carat gold oil lamps hung above the king sized black and white bed.

"We're here," Lexi panted, halting beside her mother who was wearing an avocado coloured gown, her dirty blonde hair blow-dried exaggeratedly to the right. 

"About time!  The limo's already here.  Come on, get in the light!" Bianca who was standing at the far end of the room and making up most of the space due to her whirlwind of a bridal ballgown, ushered Lexi forward.

Angel, who was standing beside the fretting Bianca gave a small smirk and stifled a giggle behind her hand.  She looked the most beautiful today, surpassing even the bride.  Wearing a lilac coloured tube dress with green platformed heels and her brown hair piled on top of her head, formally she looked like an A-list movie star.

A professional photographer sat on the edge of the bed, looking bored as he flicked through pictures on his enormous and very expensive looking camera. 

Lexi jogged over towards Bianca's other side whilst rocking her daughter to the left and right and she stood at an elegant posture trying her best to pull off her cheesiest smile.  Patricia stood behind the photographer with a silk handkerchief in her claw-like hands.  Of course, she had to be crying.

"Where is the flower girl?" The photographer raised his eyes from the lens and peered around the room.

Angel gasped and searched around in a fluster for her three year old daughter.  Finally, she was found giggling beneath the bed and setting dust all over her puffy green flower girl's dress.

"Clean her off, will you Angelina?" Patricia snapped in a disapproving voice.

Bianca groaned and fiddled with her bouquet of lilacs, pouting her heavily glossed lips.  Eventually, Meagen was lifted up into Angel's arms and the group of them posed for a few more over exaggerated pictures.

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The Wedding Ceremony was boring and full of cheesy vows that were meant to look good on camera.  Bill and Patricia sat at the front of the cathedral blowing their noses in their handkerchiefs and shaking their heads in pride at their 'beautiful' bride of a daughter who also had to contain her sobs whilst exchanging enormous golden rings with Wesley.

The reception was held in the garden area of the nicest hotel in Pennsylvania, where different coloured flowers bloomed everywhere, separated by marble fountains of fat angels spewing water everywhere.  Tables upon tables of food and drink were spaced out along the cobble stoned pathway and typical Jazz music lingered on in the background, emphasizing that it was only one of the best parties in Penny.  A large, eight tiered towering cake was stationed at the end of the garden, in between stacks of crystal glasses of the most expensive champagne in America.