A Beautiful Day
A Beautiful Day
"With all the courage she could muster, she opened one eye and saw with horror that it was still there..."
“You stupid idiot!” she screamed.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
“Look at it, it’s ruined. It’s ruined!”
“Look you two, it’s almost one o’clock and we’re now an hour late. We have to go now!”
“Why can’t you ever watch what you’re doing?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“You’re always sorry!”
“Stop it you two, we haven’t got time for this. We should have been there an hour ago!”
“There you go, it’s coming out now.”
“There’ll still be a mark!”
“Look it’s now one o’clock. We’ve got to go! Now!”
“I can’t go, I look a mess and it’s all her stupid fault. Look at it!”
“Look, we have to leave right now!”
“I’m not going. I can’t go looking like this. Look at it, what a mess!”
Pandemonium filled the small bedroom at number 34 Chapel Street. It was pre marital tension at snapping point. Hysterics, anger and raised voices formed a maelstrom of raw human emotion as a furious bride sat staring in sheer horror at a large coffee stain that grinned cruelly from the front of her wedding dress.
It was bad enough having had coffee spilt down her wedding dress on her wedding day but to have it spilt by her stupid younger sister, well that just took the biscuit! The little brat wasn’t even sorry either, there was a smirk in her eyes and that was just simply infuriating!
And so it was, this chaotic Saturday morning in the middle of July; Alison Brown’s wedding, the happiest day of her life; now brought to a state of perfect ruination by the clumsiness of her beloved sibling.
It didn’t help matters either to have her dad assuming the role of a speaking clock and telling everyone how late they were. Everything had just gone completely wrong; everyone seemed to be getting in each other’s way. Things couldn’t get any worse.
The only person who would have brought any sanity to this nightmare situation would have been her dear mother. She would have created a calming atmosphere that would have swallowed up any building anxiety. Her presence would have even caused Alison not to be mad at her sister. Well maybe not quite as much anyway.
Alison thought about her mother. She missed her, terribly. They all did. She had died about a year ago from breast cancer and it had devastated the family. Oh how she wished that she were here now. She was a pillar of strength and so dearly loved by them all.
One big regret for Alison was that her mother had never met John. They would have really liked each other, she felt certain of that. Alas though, life never turns out the way you want.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She said, straightening from her sullen posture and stood up from the dressing table at which she had been slumped. In her mind she could here her mothers voice telling her to stop being so childish and get her backside down to the registry office.
She arrived over an hour and a half late but thankfully not too late and made her way sheepishly to her fiancé who seemed to almost fall over with relief at the sight of seeing her.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispered.
“I thought I’d been jilted.” He replied.
“My sister spilt coffee down the dress and everything was going mad and …”
They looked up at the registrar who started to get the already late proceedings under way.
Alison stole a glance at the man who was going to become her husband and noticed blood on his collar from where he had obviously cut himself shaving.
She smiled to herself and began to feel a whole lot better about the mark on her dress; in fact it didn’t seem to matter that much at all.
She waited for the moment when she would say, “I do.”
Yes today was going to be a beautiful day, a day that she would always fondly remember.
