All eyes fix on the groom, Rob, as he enters the stage from the right. The tuxedo makes him look taller and handsomer. His light smile like his gelled hair does not leave its place.The whiff of his woody perfume reaches the front pews.
Laura is happy for Megan, her elder one, marrying Rob but her lips sag a little.There will just be Annie and her for dinner every night.Two places instead of three.
The lavender clad bridesmaids start to walk through the center aisle. Laura stares unblinkingly at Annie, the maid of honor— the daughter she bore in her serotinal years. She is a little stooped but resplendent in the pickled ginger pink dress and a touch of makeup. She is the shortest because she is wearing matching Mary Janes. Could not trust her with stilletos.
The girls keep her in the middle. They pat her hand gently if she lifts her dress to scratch her thigh or pulls out bobby pins from her coiffed hair.
“Rob!” Annie shouts as the girls’ procession nears the stage and rushes forward.
She hoists herself on her toes, pulling Rob’s face towards herself. Rob flinches, pries his neck from her fingers.
“Kiss Rehearsal.Like yesterday”, she says with urgency.
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