When the Fireworks Begin

Chapter I.

“Is it really possible to be happy and nervous at the same time,” Devon Serrano asked her friend Shey who was very busy in fixing herself in front of the mirror.

“Of course,” answered Shey. “I was like that during my first night with a man.”

Devon swatted her friend on the arm. “Stop making fun of me.”

Shey laughed. “That’s an honest answer, my dear bestfriend.  You need to take your mind off things.  You would be fine. Besides, it is not as if your groom would run away.”

Devon looked at herself in front of the mirror. She was wearing a very simple white, off-shoulder wedding gown, boasting her feminine shoulders and neck.  It was so simple, she could have worn it in a cocktail party and get away with it.  But instead she wore this simple gown to her wedding.

She ran her fingers down the gown.  Shey was behind her, looking at her sweetly.

“What now,” Devon snapped.

Shey shook her head.  “Nothing.  I’m just very happy that the two of you are finally getting married. After all what happened, you are finally going to be happy.”

Devon hugged Shey. She’s very thankful that she had a friend like her who stayed with her.  They were hugging tightly when Devon’s mother walked into the room. Linda Serrano looked at her daughter and Shey

“Don’t start crying,”  Linda reminded her daughter. “The ceremony has not started yet and your make up will be ruined. “

The two ladies, giggled and started to dab their eyes.  “We’re just happy, Inay,” Devon answered.

“Well, don’t leave me out of the hug,” Aling Linda countered.

Shey gave out a big laugh and pulled Aling Linda, into an embrace.

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“Should I leave it buttoned or unbuttoned,” James asked for the seventh time.

Ivan shook his head.  He has been answering James’s question for the seventh time. “Like what I said for seven times already, unbutton it if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I think it looks so informal if I leave it unbuttoned,” James answered back and buttoned his shirt again.  After a few seconds, he unbuttoned it again. Ivan shook his head and sighed.

“Stop fretting James,” Sam reacted, who was leaning against the bathroom wall. “It’s just a ceremony.”

James shot his friend a look that would have killed him. Sam grinned at his friend. “Your killer stares would not affect me.”

James rolled his eyes and buttoned his shirt again.  He walked away from the mirror and started walking around the bathroom and started tugging on his shirt collar.