Weddings. Happy occasions. Everyone looking forward to them. Many a times to see the gorgeous bride. To see her march down the aisle as the queen she is (well, at least for the day). Or rather to see the gown. Anyways, everyone has their agenda for the day. But for the majority it’s the fooood without a doubt.
In her two decade life, she managed to be a bridesmaid in one wedding. Oh was she looking forward to the D-day. To finally wear heels. Ones she had bought prior to the occasion and never to be worn again thereafter. Reason being, she’s horrible in them. Horrible in the sense that tripping is the order of the day when she’s in them.
The day was superb. For her, the bride in the magnificent gown was the icing on the cake. Not forgetting the handsome groom, the two were the epitome of perfection. Everything was just magical.
“But really, what’s the essence of it all?” She’d wonder. Wed today, all happy and jolly. Then the marriage becomes a fiasco. She just can’t seem to wrap her fingers around what the end game for the whole matter is.
The 9th of August was the wedding day to her friend’s sister. She received an invitation and promised to be in-attendance without a second thought. On the D-day, the friend passed by to remind her of the same. Preparing to get a shower, she promised the friend she’d certainly be there. No sooner had the friend left that contrary thoughts commenced to flood her mind. Her mum was actually already at the venue.
“There is no way you going to attend that wedding missy.”
“Why would you even do that?”
“Your mommy is kinda into this thing, if you attend you might encourage her that one day you would similarly like to walk down the aisle.”
“You better sit down and bury yourself in your books. The only gown you gonna adorn in the nigh future is your graduation gown!”
She couldn’t stand the ‘noisy’ speakers from the same occasion. Neither could she bear the ecstatic screams that welcomed the bride. Lacking earphones, she borrowed some from a good neighbor in attempts to keep away all the ‘noise’.
Anyways, not to be a party pooper,she loves the joy and serenity that surrounds the same. But then again, she doesn’t get the bigger picture of the whole occasion. And in that spirit, she loathes them.
