We Fell Apart

A Less White wedding

Every time I hear the word "wedding" I think of the series of events that took place during Dray and my mother's wedding. Or maybe I think more specifically of the hours before that. I think of the sweet smell of the guests perfume mixed overwhelmingly with the smell of the flowers. Images of powdered cheeks and kisses fill my mind along with the feel of the scorching sun on my skin as we waited for my mother to walk down the aisle. I remember thinking how similar the scene looked to the one from twilight and began snickering, earning disapproving looks from the older guests.

Every last detail of my mother's perfect wedding was stressed to perfection.

By the time her wedding day had come, Christmas was right around the corner and that's where she got the idea of a white wedding. I had just gotten home from the skiing trip with Angela's family. All except Damien, naturally.

I walk into my bedroom, carefully avoiding the mount of gifts I had grown to expect over the years. I walk around them and look unenthusiasticly at the boxes. ipod, jewellery, make up, perfume and other equally irrelevant things. I knew that because it's the kind of stuff I'd been receiving from my distant relatives since my pre teen years.

I lightly kick a box which probably contains jewellery out of the way and walk to my big and comfortable bed. I throw my bags onto the floor near my desk and with a sigh and a thud, land comfortably on my large cushions.

"Skylar!" a voice calls from downstairs.

"Mom." I shout back in the same annoying, sing song type of voice.

"You're home." She says, finally bursting through the door.

I roll my eyes at her enthusiastic manner. It wasn't doing anything for my mood.

"How was your trip? That's great!" She enthuses without even waiting for my answer "Can you believe that the wedding is tomorrow? Oh, by the way, your aunt is coming in tonight so if I were you I'd put the present she so lovingly sent on display instead of leaving it there." She scolds. She picks up the giant basket of Bath salts and lotions and places it on my vanity table. She like me, kicks the rest of the gifts out of her way, eyeing them wearily.

I nod my head and raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to exit my bedroom. She rolls her eyes but complies and I walk over to my door, locking it and planning to sleep until the wedding tomorrow.
***

"SKYLAR! OUT! NOW!" my mother roars from the other side of the door. She'd been the bride from hell since four in the morning and no one was safe from her wrath. It wasn't evn six yet and I hadn't had breakfast. The long day stretched out ahead of me and I knew it would be hell.

"SKYLAR!" my mom roars again.

"Mom, chill!" I hear Katlyn snap.

"I'm gonna have gray hairs on my wedding day! You little twits cause me so much blah blah blah" She droans on as I wrap myself in a towel and unlock the door.

"Finally!" She exclaims, interrupted from her rant. "Now go get dressed. Now Skylar. Walk faster or God forbid-" I cut her off by slamming my bedroom door.

I hear her voice carry through the hallway and into my closet. She's shouting unnecessary obscenities.

I throw the dress onto my bed along with the silver chunks of jewellery the bridesmaids had been limited to. It's stunning, I'll admit that muh. My dress that Lilian had designed for me was fitting to my character. It was perfect. The dress was strapless and tight fitting, with a sharp slit to reveal my now toned- if I do say so myself- legs. It was a mauve that complimented my skin perfectly.
All of the bridesmaids were to wear different shades of purple dresses, all designed by Lilian. My mom had fallen I'm love with her wedding dress and decided there and then that Lilian would design all the dresses.
The guests were required to wear silver and black. My mom, naturally, would be wearing white. She was most definitely making the pure color anything but.
The entire of the expensive ballroom was decorated with white, black and lavenders or purples. That was for the reception.
The wedding ceremony would be held on an island less than an hour away owned by Dray's family. By helicopter it would be even less and the ceremony wouldn't take place till late afternoon and it was extremely early morning, least to say that my mother was being irrational.
In fact, she'd been irrotational about the entire wedding, refusing to have it on the same beach as Lilian and instead hosting hers on the pebble beach that her new husband owned. To drive her point home, she'd chosen the coldest season of the year, stating that it would be absolute madness to host the wedding on the beach in winter, instead, we'd go somewhere were it was summer.
I pack away my dress and accessories in a suitcase before getting dressed in black leggings and a giant sweater.