The Wallflower and the Prankster

Epilogue: Future Promises

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Alazne

Unfortunately, I don’t think this story has a proper moral. I could say to be true to yourself, be out there and take risks, or something insanely clever that makes it seem I had everything under control, but honestly: I didn’t.

There was times I just wanted everything to stop, and forget about my mistakes, and others where I couldn’t ask for anything more. Though at the end I think it was all about opportunities and situations that happened at the right time.

That seems to make the most sense to me. I guess, for once I just got lucky.

“I picture you getting big, Alazne.”  Aunt, Belle, patted my shoulder in approval, batting her long lashes. She was a plump lady, with a childish face. “You will make this family more proud.”

Aunt Belle has been talking to me for at least half an hour since the reception started serving dinner.  I’ve never talked to her before so the new found attention made me feel uncomfortable.

            I never really talked to most relatives, though today I spoke to at least ten people. A few of them were little kids around seven who wanted to sell my autograph in the future, a few elders to show their approval, and a couple of them were my cousins, who wanted to meet my boyfriend, Josh.

I bobbed my head, and smiled a bit. “Thanks.”

“I can see you writing a book, a best-selling one, being on Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres—it’s about time. Talk shows have contacted you, right?” She didn’t let me answer to that question, and continued her speech. “Then maybe you’ll have your own talk show and inspire some hopeful. Like…the wallflower, you do call yourself that quite often, Alazne. You might want to change it…to something more appealing like social butterfly. Yes, that sounds nice.”

“Uh, I’ll consider that.”

 “Keep up the good work,” she said reeled her hands away from my shoulder finally. “Tell Kathryn how wonderful the wedding was, okay dear?”

“Of course.”

Then she strode away, taking another drink off a passing waiter’s tray. “You make me proud,” Josh breathed, kissing me on my cheek.

I giggled, unable to contain that fluttery feeling. “I’m proud of you too, Josh. “

Josh flashed a shy smile, peering down at my hands and continued to trace the palm of my hand with his thumb. His cheeks had a faint tone of red.  Josh’s reaction to his success was an adorable, bashful attitude, as if he was unsure how to react to that compliment. “You worked hard for it,” I told him.