WHAT MATTERED part seven

Oh my god,

The Wedding!



I was only half way ready and felt the stress draw in on me.

I checked the mirror and gave it my brightest smile.

Nothing was going to make me lose it now,

I mean my patience!

Preparing myself for the their day

I was bridesmaid, lovely of them to have thought of me.

Radiant, I looked my best.



I checked the time,

25 minutes then I'd have to rush out

the Limosine would be waiting.



I had chosen a rose coloured dress

it was of finest Thai silk,

and complemented my skintone.

It was of a certain 'raffinesse' with its low cut back.

I got my grandma's brooche

which she had given to me a long time ago.



"This gift from me to you is better from a warm

hand and a beating heart than an inheritance

later when I'm cold and gone." she had said

with a smile on her face.



There had been a certain sentiment,

a moment of silence and reflection.

We had looked at each other savouring in its

deepness, then we laughed with moist eyes.

I had embraced her warmly.

she had been such a wonderful woman

full of love and common sense...



The brooch had a stunning large almost purple amethyst

set in the most beautiful antique filigree worked silver frame.

I pinned it to my dress near my left shoulder

one more touch to my hair

my earrings,

just a bit of lipstik

my favorite high-heels

ah yes, and a dash of 'Miss Dior Cherie' perfume

one of my favorites.

I took my small bunch of beautiful rosé roses out of its vase,

and wiped the water of the stems.

They were in full bloom, and smelled out of this world

sweet and alluring.



I rushed out, and the Limosine just arrived.

Trés bon! I loved being on time.



It was a lovely Ceremony.

At the party after everyone had either settled

down relaxing, was happy dancing or conversing

about this and that, having a little chit chat

I had a moment alone with Kate. Bless her

Jarred was a lovely man, each analogue

with the other we hugged.

The thing called love.

Then I went to dance I loved dancing

ever since I could think back

I was four when my urge to dance began.

But that is another story...

Soon I asked the band to play some Bossa Nova.

Michael was leaning on a pilar watching me

I danced by him and drew him with me on the dance floor.

This time it was Tango



My time to Tango!



It's what mattered!

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