The Arranged Series

marriage

Matrimony

By: Katie Wright

(3 of 5)

          The week leading up to the wedding was chaotic. The bridesmaids and I had dress fitting after dress fitting, gym night after gym night, hair appointment after hair appointment, and trial make up run after trial make up run. I wanted everything to be right, but not stiff. I just want things to be in place, but I’m not going to flip out on someone if the flowers aren’t in the right spot. I am not a bridezilla, my mom is, well not bridezilla, but momzilla.

          Brantley had it pretty easy. He and his groomsmen only had one fitting and that was it, lucky dog. He didn’t have anything to do leading up to the wedding, except listen to me complain about my mother dearest taking control over everything. I was getting completely stressed mainly, because of her. Hadn’t she said she would let us plan everything if we started planning in her time restraint?

They day was finally here, my wedding day. I had woken up around nine in the morning. I was barely able to sleep last night I was nervous, I didn’t know why though. This marriage may be arranged, but the love Brantley and I share isn’t. I stretched as I got out of bed. Brantley and I didn’t get to see each other last night, because “it’s bad luck to see the each other before the wedding.” Brantley had stayed at our house, which is my parent’s old one, while I stayed at the bridal suite with my bridal party at our venue. I walked around to see everybody passed out on the floor. I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water. I sat there thinking about how I could wake the girls up. I had packed an air horn, just in case I couldn’t get them up. I tip toed silently back to my room and went through my bag. I found my horn and my phone to video what was about to take place. I walked back into the living area, where they all lay scattered on the floor. I got my phone in position and hit the record button, I hit the button on top of the horn and watched as the girls jumped and started screaming. I yelled over their loud screams, “I’m getting married today Bitches!!!” I then was attacked in a group hug, as more screaming filled my ears.

          It was almost time for me to walk down the aisle. My hair and make up was perfect. My dress laid perfectly and hugged all the right places on my body. The dress, that I fell in love with at the bridal salon, was a vintage inspired, lace mermaid ensemble. I love lace dresses, they look so rustic. It was perfect for our country chic wedding. I stood in front of the mirror admiring my hair, flawless make up and dress. My hair was intricately put up in a half up, half down fashion. To myself, I was beautiful. I never dressed up like this. Today was my day to shine and be a princess, which I had never dreamed of being until now. I had my something old, new, blue, and borrowed on. My something new are my boots, my something blue are also my boots. My something old is an antique necklace, which has been passed from generation to generation for the past four generations. It was the only piece of jewelry my great great great grandmother had owned. My something borrowed is a pearl bracelet that my sister had. I finished looking at the small details on my attire, when my dad came up behind me.

          “You look absolutely stunning, sweetie.” He said giving me a hug.

          “Thanks daddy. You look dapper your self.” I said placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

          “It’s time to walk down the aisle sweetie.” We walked out of the suite following my amazing bridesmaids in their dark yet bright blue v neck, knee length dresses. The event planner at the venue gave each of them their yellow bouquets. When I got to her she handed me, my large bouquet of blue and yellow flowers. The photographer, all the while snapping picture of my dad as he pulled the veil over my face.

          It finally hit me, as I walked down the aisle that I was getting married to my best friend in a matter of minutes. As my final Bridesmaid walked down we received our que, which was the song Cinderella playing, we walked around the large tree to the runner. Walking down the aisle was utter torture. I just wanted to run and jump in to his warm embrace. Eventually, the painfully slow walk ended and I was handed over to Brantley as my Dad kissed my cheek.

          We repeated our vows, exchanged rings and kissed. As we kissed Brantley leaned me back and wolf whistles filed my ears.

          At the reception, we share our first dance to Love Your Love the Most, took more pictures, cut our beautiful cake that looked like and old tree stump with our initials caved in it. Our reception took place in a wooded area. The trees had lights twinkling throughout them to look like stars and so people could see what they were doing.

          When we left some people had sparkler while other threw confetti at us. When we had got to Brantley’s truck it had been decorated and had just married on the back. We had decided to wait until the next day to leave for our honeymoon. So we spent our first night as husband and wife in our own house.

          “I love you hubby.” I whispered nibbling on his ear.

          “I love you too wifey or shall I say Mrs. Brantley Chase Jordan.” He seductively stated.

          “I could get used to that.”

          “I already have. I love that we share a last name now.”

          “I do too.”