I was the bridesmaid for one of my best friends’ wedding. The mass was to begin at four in the evening and the whole day we were at the bride’s room in a hotel, trying to help the make-up people with decking up my friend. The weather was beautiful outside, there was a slight drizzle as we all got into the car that would take us to the bridegroom who was waiting at the church. On getting there, the other bridesmaid Viola* and I carefully held the edges of the bride’s flowing gown and led her to the entrance of the church.
Des*, the groom stood there with his folks, with a bouquet of flowers, grinning from ear to ear. He waved an excited hi to us. Trying to make small talk, I giggled, “Aren’t you supposed to be crying?”
His smile faltered a bit. The elders raised their eyebrows. And Viola did a 90-degree with her face at me. “Juhi?”
“What! No, I meant, his last day of freedom…he’s getting married…” I laughed nervously, realizing even as I spoke that I probably ought to keep my mouth zipped for the rest of the day.
*names changed to protect privacy
ROFL :D
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