The Musings of a Lily

Tied Ends

Chapter Eighteen: Tied Ends.

Yeah, there's no argument that Juliet was utterly stupid. She threw herself into the abyss, a ghostly hollow bottomless abyss. And three months ago, reading her unfortunate fate for the thousandths time in the kitchen after I had finished cleaning the dishes and made sure my baby sister is safely asleep, I would have thought the reason behind her stupidity is because she wanted too much out of life. But right this second, riding in this speeding car with a herd of honking and howling cars behind us, sending us off in the traditional way to our new home; I can only think of how this was a right and not a privilege. It was natural to have feelings, it was perfectly normal to be in love, even if it was in a terrible timing. All she did was just ask for her fair share of feelings in a difficult time, one when she needed someone to lean on the most.

I smiled into the deep night, the wind tickling my face. "C'mon, I married you. Just tell me where we're going".

"Patience Lily, patience" he smirked in my favorite playful smile of his. He smiles this way and makes utterly normal that I have no idea where we're staying the night. There's nothing around except desert, that's one thing I know, and it seems to be a long ride which is good. I'll just let the wind tickle my face more and give my brain some time to process all of this. I need to make sure everything is perfectly in place...

There's this nagging shred of my brain that keeps telling me that Dave, the harassing yet very intuitive talking tumor, is missing. It's not that I'm complaining, but I'm curious what his comments would've been in this occasion. The other thing I'm perfectly aware of is how I wouldn't have survived this day without the medication. The fun little injection I took yesterday and again last night after the wrath of my mother was unleashed on Rena, did wonders to me throughout the day. Standing before the full size mirror, lost in stare at the wedding dress I have on felt like ages had passed, and at the same time it was just for a few seconds. Sandra, who finally relaxed after being unbearably uptight throughout the day, had her head bulging from a narrow open in the door for the last time, telling me that I could come out as soon as I hear music.
I took a deep breath and looked one more time at how perfect that dress was. I didn't care at all about the little unnecessary details, like how I have to put on a specific amount of makeup (which I refused to do, Kamal has seen me in the worst conditions before. All I wanted was to look like me again which Sandra had apparently succeeded in doing), I didn't care about how long the cake would be, or fancy the bouquet they got, and I certainly didn't care about the dress. But I couldn't believe how stunning it is after putting it on.

Rena said something about dupioni silk which the dress is made off. I had no idea what that means but apparently it's a type of silk with fine glimmering threads woven in it. The silk ended at the shoulders, and my arms were encased with the lace layer that's covering the entire dress. The lace's print is a group of large intricate lilies with shiny stones in their hearts. They looked like diamonds but on telling Sandra my apparently "hilarious" theory, she made fun of me and said they're white sapphires, adding that I'll always be a fashion ignorant. I don't know how sapphires are related to fashion, but I let it go.

The twinkling sleeves ended just below the elbow and the asymmetrical skirt of the dress was a little below the knees. My back was bear only covered with the transparent layer of lace. I remember shaking my head in amused disbelief and I started hearing the guitar ...

"We've been driving for over half an hour now ... in the desert. If you're kidnapping me I should at least know you know just in case there isn't a signal reception where you're taking me and you need to ask for money from my family". He laughed on the top of his lungs, his voice dancing in my ears.