Golden sunshine streamed through a white trellis covered in climbing roses. Tight, little pink buds appeared here and there remining the visitors of innocence and sweetness. Skiens if glittering gauze dangled from the great arch's center.
I felt out of place in the rich opulence. It wasn't my scene. I saw my friend, dressed in white. She smiled up at a man I didn't know. But I recognised him from photos, enough to say he was the groom. The ceremony just wrapped up. And a few people were still complimenting them. She spotted me and her smile grew wider.
She embraced me. "I glad you could make it. Busy again?" I returned the hug trying not to hurt her dress.
"Yes, work is a demon and my boss is difficult as usual. I'm sorry I couldn't make the ceremony. This day is supposed to be about you." I couldn't help but admire her dress. I helped her pick it out. Thin white and light. It accented her delicate figure without adding weight. Something I'm sure she would have never forgiven me for. "Not overconfident writers."
"That is great to hear." She smiled at me. "Do me a favor then, one for not going to my hen 'do."
I nodded. Unlike most, to me the the best part about the wedding was setting it up. After that, I didn't care a tiddly wink about how the ceremony went. She knew me well enough to know I liked keeping to the wings. Something interesting would be nice.
"Well, you remember, I had a cousin." I nodded remembering the vague memory of facebook searching him once. He was set on private. "Speak of the devil."
"Congratuations." A rich baritone sounded from behind me. It was familiar. I have heard it called "chocolate for ears." I officially hated chocolate.
I smiled my brightest and plastered on a sparkling facade.
My friend only the new arrival. He glanced up from her, at me, with rich ocher eyes.
"Hello." My friend let go of his arm and hurriedly explaining.
"This is my irresponsible cousin. His girlfriend broke up with him and he needs a conversation partner." She looked at me hopefully. She must have seen the pained expression on my face because she shot me a warning glare. I did not want to be set up. Especially not at her wedding.
"I'm sure I will find a fun topic to talk about with this young miss." Young miss? I was only a year his junior!
"He works as an editor, like you." I smiled. He returned it. She looked between the two of us.
"Do you know each other?"
He gave her an award winning smile. "Yes. Isn't that right?"
I winced as I replied.
"Hello, boss."
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Dream Journal
Short StoryA collection of dreams. Some are scary, some are sweet. All are things I see in dreams.
