Under the Rain

Eight

The cream-colored crepe showered down the waist, boasting her willowy body.

"You look gorgeous," I exclaimed, for the hundredth time.

"Are you sure?" Rebecca examined her wedding dress, uncertainly, on the mirror at 'Bridal gala'.

"Yes! I bet Andrew will faint right there in the alter, with you looking all 'Bride of the Year'."

She stole one last peek, and grinned. "He better!"

Handing the dress to the attendant, she said" I'll have this."

When she had emerged out of the dressing room, back in her denim jeans and lace top, she vented to me," I'm just, nervous, you know."

"Oh, don't worry, everything's going to be just perfect. Including the fainting part."

She nudged me and laughed.

"Bean Café or Milli's ?".

"Milli's," I answered as we burst out into the blazing blue afternoon

Rebecca was my only and the most beloved cousin. Apart from Grandpy, Rebecca and aunt Anne were my only living relatives, whom I couldn't love more. Hanging around with her, frivoling and grooving through the crowded shopping streets, was the best kind of break from my tedious life.

"I'm so pleased for you, Bec," I uttered when we turned around the corner of Park Avenue.

"Me too."

"Can you believe that I'm already getting the cold feet? What if everything goes wrong? What if he changes his mind at the last minute?"

"Oh my god, you need to relax. There's literally a month left. And believe me,"

I halted, placing my hands on her shoulders," It's going to be a wedding in paradise. You'll be married with angels and cupids flying around your heads, have adorable babies running around that fairytale cottage that Andrew bought for you, grow old together, and as they say, live happily ever after."

"Well that's a bit too much to ask, but I guess I'd want that all right ." She smiled wryly.

The charring sun and the blistering heat blocked the kind of sweetened zephyr that we both needed so badly.

"So what's up with your love life Rosy? Any cute guys that I'm supposed to know of?"

"Me?" I propped my brow as if she were asking Sugar about her significant other. "I'm better off alone. I don't know many guys anyway.", I scoffed, with Stiles lurking in some corner of my head.

"No way? Even In college? What about those skimboard-ish six pegged tall dark hunks with those killer gazes that make you swoon over them? "

I chortled, and shook my head," Absolutely not."

"I worry about you. Anyways, do you remember 'the' condition?" she pretended to frown, secretly hiding mirth.

"What condition?"

"That condition?" she turned away, suppressing a smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She rolled her eyes," Okay, since you forgot. Let me remind you. You are invited to my wedding only when you come with a date, A.K.A,  your entry pass."

"What? Is that, like, for everyone?"

"No, only for Roslyn Woods." She studied her anchorite engagement ring.

"For serious?"

"If you believe in making me happy?" she shrugged.

Now I couldn't protest!