“Where are you?!”
“We’re ALL waiting for you! Are you kidding me!”
“Waiting for me? Why?”
“I’m not in the mood for jokes right now! My mom keeps staring at me with that I-told-you-so look on her face, while I’m wearing this hideous princess gown that she picked out…”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh the wedding…”
I move the phone away from my face and emit a howl of frustration. “Yes! Yes! Our wedding! The humongous 500-guest circus that I didn’t want. That everyone had a say in planning but me…”
I walk to the window of my dressing room, holding back the curtain. He’s there in the parking lot in a convertible, holding up two airline tickets to I-don’t-care where. I toss my bouquet to my bridesmaid, pull up my voluminous skirts and run out the front door. If I didn’t love him so much I’d kill him!
Part 2 The Bride Was Gone