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“Okay well, lets get this over with.”
Joi had a habit of being a little crass sometimes. As annoying as it was I was used to it, and she is my matron of honor but I swear if we weren’t sisters she would definitely be an usher. The three-year age difference gave us a lot to be competitive about. Being the youngest of the pair, I was often passed over by our mother sometimes not on purpose of course. Only when Joi’s ‘problems’ out weighed my own which was very often. However, no one ever accused my sister of being over dramatic. Being named after our grandmother Joilinda Kelley, blues singer/songwriter, Joi’s artistic talents were few and far between, but try to convince her of that.
The door opened and my mother stuck her head in.
“Come on girls, it’s show time, everyone is seated. Sam and the groomsmen are all waiting at the altar, let’s go! Hustle” she called.
“Ok, let’s get ready to rumble,” I said, trailing behind the ten bridesmaids into the chapel.
Before letting go of my hand, my last bridesmaid kissed me on the cheek wishing me good luck as she got ready to march down to Kenny Latimore’s “For You”
“Will everyone please stand,” I heard the Reverend say.
Ok Lee just breath, count, 1,2,3,4…
Glancing over, I smiled at my mother as we walked down the aisle hand in hand to the wedding march. My father, for the little presence and account that he was in my life, had decided to boycott. His own religious and personal beliefs had propelled him to it. I decided not to be sad about it, this was just one more to add to the long list of past disappointments.
I can hear the excited whispers of my friends and family, as I pass each pew: she looks so lovely, look at her, she finally looks like a grown woman, are those boobs real, her smile is just to die for, her mother is gorgeous… I hadn’t expected so many people; the groom’s side is stuffed. There had to be more than the original three hundred guests, fortunately we had paid for an additional one hundred as well. As I got to the altar and stood next to Sam I noticed that everyone, except my father, is here. Even people I haven’t spoken to in ages. I noticed a woman sitting to the far left in the third pew, she looks uncannily familiar, but where have I seen her before? Suddenly it came to me she was my piano teacher, Mrs. Bartlow. Now who had thought to invite her?
“Do you, Leeanne Smith take this man Samuel Ethan Shine to be your lawfully wedded husband…?”
There was Ms. Mendenhall, my fifth grade elementary school teacher. She remembers me? There’s Tommy, Angela, Steve, Mary, Ashley and Carlie. Carlie? She’s not even a friend of mine and whom is she sitting next to, that guy looks awfully familiar.
“LeeAnne, do you take Samuel Shine to be your lawfully wedded husband…?” Reverend Daniels repeated.
That can’t be who I think it is.
The crowd began to whisper.
That can’t be Gray Jackson!
“LeeAnne…Lee sweetie, say something,” Sam’s whispering to me, he’s watching me closely.
What should I do now? Why is Gray here, who invited him to my wedding? This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. Why is the man I love at my wedding?
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