This is just a story I had to write for my creative writing class. the teacher though it was good so now im asking your opioions. plez comment, vote
Enjoy !!!
Kimmi :D
Chapter 1
“Do you know what I see when I look at this picture?” I asked.
“What.” Came a muffled reply behind a thick old textbook that my fiancé was reading.
I looked up and waited for him to put his book down.
“I see a woman with strong eyes and a defiant air around her, but when I look at this dress I have no words. What could have possessed her to wear this…! I mean, it’s hideous, what great-grandma was thinking I-I’ll never know.” After that comment there was complete silence.
Silence… then he burst out laughing. I just stared at him wondering how he could have thought that was funny this close to our wedding. And I don’t know how we were going to have one if I didn’t have a dress.
“I don’t see the hilarity in this.” I said my tone flat with warning.
He stopped laughing and just looked at me.
“Oh come on Abigail, you have to see how funny this is. I mean I know you didn’t really like her, you even once said that she couldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. And now here we are, years later and she’s forcing you to wear her old wedding dress in order to get your inheritance from her. You have to see the irony in this?”
I gave him a stony look.
“Are the lawyers still working on it?” I asked trying to defuse the tension in my shoulders by cracking my neck, Aiden winced. I smiled in satisfaction; he hated it when I did that.
Yes but I don’t see the problem it’s just a dress…crap” he stopped talking once he saw the look in my eyes at his last words.
‘Just a dress’ reverberated around my head for a few seconds before I gave up and asked the question that really had no answer.
“Just.. a.. dress?” I said slowly.
He shifted nervously on his feet and hung his head down, all the while smiling to himself. He knew that would get to her. He knew the secrets of her anger and when she really meant what she said. Right now she was just really confused about what she was going to do. She really didn’t want to wear that dress. He hadn’t told her yet but her great-grandmother, before she passed away wanted to talk to me. She said she wanted Abigail to continue the tradition of all Winn women wearing the Winn gown. It has been over 200 years of Winn women wearing at least part of the original dress. Nothing about the dress now is the way it was. But it also part of the tradition to change the dress as time changes the world. She didn’t even have to wear the dress at all just the veil. Matilda only wanted to pass the tradition, but Abigail being the stubborn person she was didn’t see past her dislike of the dress.
He walked up to her and looked into her eyes.
“Look, I know how you feel about this and I know you want everything to be perfect, and it will be. All that matters is you and me. We are the only ones who should be worried about the outcome of the wedding. I think no matter what you wear, you’re going to look amazing.” He kissed her on the top of her head, and squeezed her shoulders as a way to remove more of her tension away.
“The wedding is in five months, the flights have been set and the place is ready. Everything is ready. Except. My. Dress.” I said the words quietly hoping that my quiet words would make him understand my meaning.
I looked up into his eyes and saw what I wanted to see. He smiled reluctantly and folded his arms around me.
“I understand.” He said into my hair and held me tighter.
“You know your father would be proud of you right.”
I gave a muffled laugh. “My father would spit in your face if he heard you talking like that. You know how he was, never showing me any amount of affection and then dying before he could have given me away. That is, I hope he would have.
“He would have been proud too.” Giving me an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.
I pushed him away
“You’re so full of crap.” I said
“Yes, but you love my crap in fact your marrying me because of it.”
I gave a full bark of laughter and walked out of the room.
