A Wedding Tale

Chapter 5: The ER

I had fixed my hair, pulled on my jumpsuit, applied some makeup, clipped on my butterfly necklace, and buckled my heels. I was ready for the wedding. I went downstairs and sat while I waited for Jonatan to come and pick me up. My mother was enjoying a cup of coffee while she watched the news.

"You look beautiful, Marilyn."

"Thanks. Where's Micheal?"

"He's still asleep. I didn't want to wake him. Are you excited?"

"It's not something to be very excited about. It's just a wedding."

"But you're going with Jonatan," she squealed.

"So?"

"I can tell you like him."

"No I don't."

"Hmm hmm. I'm your mother. I know you too well not to know that you like him. I see how you guys look at each other."

"In absolute disgust."

"No! You're in love!"

"Absolutely not."

The door bell rang and I lost my breath because I knew it was him.

My mother noticed. "Told you so."

"Bye!"

I opened the door and there he stood in his white shirt, khakis, and maroon tie.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, let's go!" I hurried out the door. "Bye, mom."

"Are you ready for some country music?"

"Awe man, I forgot about that."

"And it's a hour drive."

"Eww."

I pulled myself into the front seat and fastened my seat belt. He sang along to every song on the way there. He wasn't a bad singer, but if it involved country music it was automatically awful. I looked at my phone or out the window throughout most of the ride.

About thirty minutes in, he turned the radio down.

"Why did you do that? I was sure you would use every second you had to make me listen to the devil's music."

"I wanted you to listen to something more important. I know you know that I'm in love with you. I can tell you're in love with me as well."

I trolled my lips. "How do you know that?"

"I saw how you looked at Jude. Every time you looked in his eyes, your eyes went from their normal soft blue to sapphire. Recently, they've started doing that every time I look into them. You blush when I touch you certain ways in rehearsal. When you take my hand, your palms are shaking."

"Okay, okay. I do, but I also don't think it's the best thing for us now. I don't want to hurt Jude anymore than I have. I won't be able to give you my full attention until the wedding is over."

"I know, and I am okay with not having your full attention," he took my hand in his. "And Jude can get over it. You need to be happy and he can learn that."

"I still don't know yet."

He continued to hold my hand the rest of the ride to the ceremony. I didn't want him to let go.

We had to park far away from the building. We walked there in silence. I was sure you were able to hear a pin drop. When we walked through the large doors, Jonatan's mother greeted us.