My Indian Wedding

Chapter 31: The Wedding Planning

PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE

Chapter 31: The Wedding Planning

“Mom, please stop crying.” I begged as I stood in front of the mirror tugging my shirt down. “I haven’t even tried on any dresses.” 

“I know.” Sniffle. Tear. Tissues. “I am just so happy. My daughter is getting married.” I let out a deep breath. 

“Am I?”  I whispered to myself, but of course no one heard me. Everyone from Ethan’s sisters to every girl in my family was all around this small little boutique running around like it was black Friday. I couldn’t help, but feel confused with this whole situation. Ethan was apparently shocked when my dad offered the option of me getting married. He looked like a deer caught in a headlight. I could have sworn I could see sweat dripping from his forehead.  What if he didn’t want to get married? What kind of way is that to start off a marriage? 

“How about this one?” One of my aunts screamed. I wished I could tell you which one, but my family was so big I could barely remember my name when they come over. I turned around to see a pink bubble gum suit. 

“No.” I said narrowing my eyes. Everyone in the room gasped like we were in some Spanish soap opera. In the next hour I was shoved in to fifty different dresses with over a hundred different types of color. I could pass off as a rainbow. God these people had no taste in clothing, and that’s coming from me a girl who wore turtle neck shirts for half her life. 

I started walking around the small store, and after passing blue, yellow, and green wedding dresses my eyes spotted one dress that caught my attention. I never understood why people would cry on those ‘Say yes to the dress’ shows, but when I saw that dress I finally understood. I hadn’t even tried it on, and for some reason I could feel tears in my eyes. I grabbed the dress off the racket, and grabbed my mom, Sal, Ethan’s siblings, and my little sister into a room. 

“Why are we in here?” Sal said trying to squeeze into the confide space.

“Because I only want to share this moment with the people I care about,and not the people who talked crap about me and Ethan before the marriage.” My mom gave me a warning look that I totally ignored. I told them to give me five minutes. I went into the dressing room squeezing into the dress. When I walked outside, everyone’s mouth dropped.  I turned around to look at myself in the mirrior, and I gasped because this wasn’t me. This was a model. This was someone beautiful.

“This is the dress.” I whispered

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“For the love god, I said roses who the hell picks dandelion for a wedding.” My wedding planner shrieked as me and Ethan tried to try on different cakes. 

“This is disgusting.” Ethan  said if he eat the lemon cake. He took a small bite he made a sour looking face. I took my finger and rubbed the small little pieces of cake on the top of his mouth. I swear I saw him flinch. I dropped my hand and I decided to confront him.

“Do you not want to get married?” I asked and I saw Ethan stunned. “Because if you don’t then we don’t have to because I swear to go Ethan if we get married and you want to get a div-.” I felt a hand cover my mouth shutting me in silence. 

“It’s not that. It’s just everything happening so fast. I know we been together for five years, and I always knew you were supposed to be the only one in my life, but I just thought if we got married it wouldn’t be because of the situation.  I would ask you to marry me and the ring would be personally be made. It wouldn’t be force, but it would be because we were sure.” He jumped out of the chair rubbing his face. I stood up taking his hands off his face.