Different

Chapter Forty-Three

Rachel's POV--

The sound of different family members and friends talking echoes throughout as we all patiently wait for the main event to start. I had sat by my aunt in the beginning when I first walked out into the backyard, but somehow, I'm now sitting next to one of Macy's closest friends from, I think, high school. She did tell me something about her and Macy always getting drunk together at parties, so I'm not shocked about why they would be friends. For those who drink together, stick together, right?

Looking around, I would have never seen this event happening in a backyard, to be honest. I always saw it being on a beach or a fancy clubhouse somewhere, but not a backyard for sure. However, I do like how Macy's mom and a few others her mom knows decorated everything. There's a sting of light hangin across all of the different trees that line up the side of the yard, each row of the seats have a bouqet of flowers tied up on the corner of the chairs that are at the end of the rows, and the front where Macy and Kyle will be started their new lives together is filled with various types of flowers covering every inch of the white arch. It's all simple yet so beautiful.

"I think I am going to check on how Macy's doing," I whisper to her friend, before quickly getting up to go inside the house of Kyle's parents, the one's who are so kindly letting the two of them get married in their backyard.

Just when I am about to allow the back door to shut behind me, I think I hear someone behind me call out an all too familiar name. I know Macy mentioned that Kyle invited him her for obvious reasons, but I can't myself to turn around and see if I actually heard him name or if I'm just going crazy. There's no reason to find out now, so I continue on my way to find the bride. 

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"Hey Mace, how are you doing?" I walk into a room with no one in it besides what seems to be a very nervous bride standing in front of a full length mirror, staring at her reflection. I can't believe that I'm seeing my cousin in a white wedding dress, and mermaid style at that. We always said when we were kids that she would have a big, poofy Cinderella type dress, but I shouldn't be shocked that idea changed. 

"Rachel, oh thank goodness. You need to tell me what I should do. I'm freaking out here." Her voice has so much stress and worry in it as she begins to fix a loose curl by her face.

"I think you should take a deep breath and prepare yourself for becoming Mrs. Kyle Recland. It's going to be okay because we all know that you two love each other and are ready for this moment." I try my best attempt at calming her down, but it doesn't appear to be working. 

Macy continues to scurry around the room looking for who knows what and trying to spruce up what I assume is the spare bedroom. She must be much more nervous than I believe because I don't remember Macy ever cleaning something before now. Suddenly, she just stops and looks at me.

"I can't do this, Rach. He doesn't love me. What am I thinking? He doesn't even-"

"Stop. You know nothing you just said is true. I don't want to ever hear that again." I'm barely able to stop her from running out of the room. I could just see her some how getting out the front door and down the street. 

I know for a fact that Macy and Kyle love each other more than one can describe, so there is absolutely no reason why Macy should be feeling this much anxiety. The two of them have been together for over a year, and if Kyle hasn't gotten sick of her crazy ass by now, then their love has to be true. 

"Oh shit, Rachel. What am I doing?" She takes a seat right in the middle of the floor and rests her head in her hands. There's a sigh followed by a coupld sniffs come from her. "I just love him so much."