Blank Skies

48

Rebecca

I take a deep breath and smooth my dress out as Kaitlyn zips me up, "Okay suck it in a little bit." Ashlee holds my loose curls out of the way of the zipper, "Push in your boobs." My biological mom says from behind me.

I grab my boobs and push on them so they can zip, "There!" Kaitlyn says clapping her hands and I release my chest. I fix the ends of the dress to flow out and take a look in the long mirror.

"Oh wow." My mother says sitting the box containing my shoes down on the stool, "Lets put on these shoes." She says and I look back to see her gesturing towards a long stool for me to sit down on. I take my seat and Ashlee helps to keep my dress up while they slip on my heels and put on veil. Today's the freaking day.

I stand up and now I'm about eye level with all the other girls who are also wearing heels, "You're really getting married today." Kaitlyn says with tears in her eyes, "Don't you do that." I say feeling the tears come to my eyes. I have four bridesmaids; Ashlee, Kaitlyn, Jenna, and Cathy.

"You better not make me mess up my makeup!" I say fanning my face with my hand, "You look gorgeous." Cathy says smiling as she clasps her hands together. Jenna backs away from the mirror and links her arm with Cathy's as they both stare at me in awe.

I walk to the mirror and Ashlee fluffs my veil from beside me. Her daring eyes meet mine in the mirror, "You know I always thought I would get married before you." She smiles happily but the the tears are very prominent on her cheeks, "Nevertheless you are so beautiful and you were made to live out this day."

I take her hand in mine, "God I can't believe I'm crying." She laughs running her fingers under her eyes, "Stop it okay." I squeeze her hand in mine making her smile even more. Today is going to be a great day and if anyone tries to stop it from being so I'm going to fight them.

Andre.

I haven't seen him, talked to him, or even touched him in more than twenty four hours. I know he looks good because he always does. Plus it helps I picked out the tuxedos and mighty I say that they are all in tip top shape down to the shoes.

Andre went this morning to get his hair cut and shaped up. God I can't wait to see him, there's butterflies in my stomach just thinking about how he looks.

Andre and I get closer and closer everyday making us stronger with or without our families approving. Andre's family still doesn't like the idea of the two of us getting married. After countless hours of he and I talking about how important family is to the both of us, we decided that we need to make our own family.

There's a knock at the door, "Hey Becca it's Jake." I smile, typical Andre. I nod at my mom and she opens the door. Jake walks in and closes the door behind him. I turn to face him and see him with his hands on his hips, "Well might I say you look beautiful, but not as beautiful as Andre." He shrugs making me laugh, "You can't say something like that to a woman on her wedding day." Jenna yells from the bathroom as she puts on her dress.

My bridesmaids are slipping into their dresses behind the closed door. I roll my eyes, "Jake what can I do for you." I ask nicely, "Andre wanted me to come up here and check on you since it's almost time." I look at him and he smiles, "Plus I wanted you to know my speech is about to kick everybody's asses." And there it is, "Don't hold your breath." Kaitlyn says shoving her foot in the small heel.

I smile and watch as everyone walks around getting things ready. He blows a raspberry, "Yeah right."

They continue to go back and forth with each other. The light pink of the bridesmaid dresses matches the pink flowers on the tux jackets and the ties. The navy colored tuxedos match the theme, plus I was over ruled on the color when the boys went to try them on.

There's a drum roll of knocks at the door and Jake stands there not phased. "That's our cue, now are you ladies ready?" He asks and the girls are doing final touches on their makeup and slipping on shoes.

I fan my sweaty palms as he opens the door and in comes in the other groomsmen. I hike my dress up a little and walk over to them. Between adjusting ties and the flowers to checking everyone over three times I'm way more nervous than before.

They walk out in their couples and my parents follow in pursuit. I look around the empty room containing a whole mess of things. I stare at the open door as if I'm magically going to float through it and out to everyone waiting. My legs bend and I pick up the front of my dress so I can walk better.

The little church contains everyone that could make it to our big day. I walk out of the room and peek around the corner to see the doors closed. My wedding party is outside the doors waiting for the signal. My dads look up from their conversation and notice me walking in. They aren't the only ones.

I stop in front of them and let my dress down and hold out my arms, "Well?" I hear the photographer snapping pictures as I put my hands to my sides and my dads make their way over to me. They both are crying, "Geez stop crying." I laugh and my birth father holds my bouquet in his hand.

The white and light pink flowers mix perfectly with the little green leaves. A thick off white ribbon bounds them all together. My fingers wrap around the stems and I know this is it. I look at the doors and hear the small talk die down and become non existent.

My birth father helps me with my veil, "So beautiful." He smiles standing in front of me in a black tuxedo. He's wearing a pink flower and a tie like the rest of the groomsmen. My father decided it was better for my birth father to walk me down the aisle. The original plan was for them both, but he flaked.

The doors open and the piano plays the medley I've heard thousands of times before. The couples take their cues and their bouquets down the aisle. After the last couple goes in I hear the creaking of the old wooden church pews.

My dad holds out his arm and I link mine with it, "You wanna run?" He asks looking at me, "No!" I laugh and we stop in the doorway and the music changes and the people turn to face me.