It was an early morning waking up; I remember it as if it were yesterday, I opened up the windows and smelt the fresh roses from the window seal while the wind blew a small wind. “Alona, come down here!” I heard calling from downstairs. I ran freely down the steps to which I met my Uncle Johnny Wayne, who greeted me with a beautiful yellow sun dress and a pair of sparkly shoes. “Now Alona, you know today is your cousin Dana’s wedding, right?” he asked. While jumping with joy from the view of the dress and shoes, I quickly replied, “Well yes, I’m going to be the flower girl of course!” He jacked his head back and held his stomach and laughed as he usually did; I could see the glimmer in his blue eyes. All things felt right in that second, …show more content…
“Duh, I am the one to throw flowers out before Dana comes in,” I replied. “No Lona, it is so much more than that—you are there to lighten the mood, make people smile and feel happy inside, represent the bride and foreshadow how beautiful she is going to be. That’s why I bought you this dress.” The feeling of true importance swept over my whole entire body and for a moment, I felt truly needed, even at the age of six years old. He hugged me and told me he’d see me in few hours and that we would …show more content…
When it became time to send my cousin and her newlywed husband off, we all gathered around their old sports car that they were leaving on and watched as they drove. The car spun tires and let off a thick, black smoke and everyone began to cough. The smoke was so thick that you couldn’t even begin to see the person beside you, better yet afar. When it finally cleared up, I heard a loud choking sound and ran toward Uncle Johnny. He was laying on the ground and had no steady pulse for minutes. As I grew frantic, I ran toward him to try to help, but got pushed and was told to leave. They took me into the house and described the situation as they usually do to a child, beginning to tell me that he had not made it. The next three days were probably the worst of my life, condolences that were hearty and food to feed a family of 20 for multiple days. Nothing helped, I lost my best friend. Through all the heartbreak and disappointment, I began to not think about my loss, but my gains, which was the knowledge to not take people for granted, because everyone leaves in some way or another. Ever since that day, I feel blessed to say that I think I do truly see the value in people and things and I do not take them
When we arrived at our first stop, Garbo’s Salon, the rest of the bridesmaids were already occupying most of the beauty chairs. I spotted my sister-in-law placed in the far corner and ran to her with many hugs in store. My hair stylist rushed over to begin the intricate task of styling my lion’s mane. Eventually, she managed to mask the frizz with a few curls. She added the finishing touches to my hair, and it was time to start working on my nails. My mom grabbed the perfect pink polish and started making progress on my under-manicured toenails. The day was shaping up to be perfect. Or so I thought...I totally forgot that weddings are a major
Uninvited guests wore their beatific harlequin masks - their false beaming illuminating the darkest of tunnels. Lozenge wall-lights glinted softly like paralyzed fireflies, azure curtains gushed from the roof as though they were remorseless cataracts, and anticipation wafted through the still air; with everything etched in gilt, it was almost imperceptible that anything could go wrong that evening, but it felt almost too saccharine to be true.
I have been having an affair with Vikram, a married man who I always have to sneak around with to see. He and I have been seeing each other for a while now, but I know in my head that nothing more will ever come from what we have. From this I have decided that I do want to have a husband in my life, but knowing it won’t be Vikram has made me decide to have an arranged marriage. Even though I have decided to have this marriage I still can’t stop seeing Vikram, I know it is wrong but I have strong feelings for him.
The mulberry bow called my name as it yearned to be used, and in response I ran my scarred fingertips down the splintered wood, tracing the intricate carvings. My eyes met that of the suitors, hatred coursing through my veins as I reminded myself of their frivolous actions. Before my arrival, I had endeavored in ;p-,both land and sea as impudent suitors occupied my pristine palace doing all from
I had to do something or all my plans would net me no closer to taking the throne for myself and have the man I love at my side. It was the only way possible for me. Once my son or daughter was married into the kingdom with the princess or prince I controlled fully, the day of their wedding would be the end of the king, his heir, their spouse, and it would all be blamed on those fools in my little sister’s kingdom. I did have some concern about the happy couple dying, but they nor the king would ever know that I wasn’t the woman who gave birth to the heir.
The date is coming and you just want to be sure that every step was done and every decision was made,any missing detail will be like a big glass of water for the bride. She is anxious , nervous and even she will have this claustrophobic feeling that something will fail, but there is only one person in the world capable of giving her peace and comfort;the fiance .Everything is ready the date arrive , butterflies jumping inside of her belly making her cry but she is ready .Flowers and tiny lights mark the way to a new chapter of their live, the beginning of a new family, everything was perfect just how they expected, the last few minutes with the guesses are exciting as ever, kisses and hugs finally end, they are ready to go because
“Hello! No, we’re not buying!”, yelled mum. She grabbed my hand and raced through the crowd without hesitating. We got in the reserved taxi and headed for our hotel. We had just arrived in Libya in their summertime. I had finished my degree at university and was officially a registered nurse. My mother and I were celebrating.
how the marraige came to be : “ our parents were looking around for the right person. when our parents met they talked and came to the dicision for us to get married to incresse our wealth.”
Today my team is going to lose its sense of humor and heartbeat. Farewell to the guy who made every day seem like Sunday with his jokes
Yes, it looks pretty good. She has been working on it for about 3 years.
Eudora clenched her jaw tightly, but kept the arms wrapped around her daughter loose and comforting. The thick, salty air of the sea was an almost feasible weight on her body. She forced a smile n hr as she waved down to the four people that came specifically to see her and her daughter off. Her mother had a sad smile on her lips, but she stood tall and regal as she always did, Eudora pretended she didn't see the tears threatening to slip over her eyelids. On her mother's there was a pair that was almost out of place, with their two hundred dollar suit and pretty pink princess dress, a pretty pink princess dress that was designed by her. Eudora felt another wave of despair fall over her, she would miss that. Making dresses, she would miss the whole process - the hours spent designing each individual dress, the days she sent making each dress by hand stitch by stitch, the million and one pin pricks she got.
*wakes you up gently caressing your cheek, pushing the hair from your face gripping your bottom, and pulling you to eye level* good morning beautiful how did you sleep? I really enjoyed listening to you sleep last night Panda it was so peaceful and relaxing I found an old set of headphones and put them in so I could only hear you and I put the phone on my chest and just listen to you
I remember it well as if it was yesterday, what a beautiful day it was. The day my wedding took place was in the city of Bakersfield, California June 7th 2014. I was very nervous and exited all at the same time. when I finally got to the church all I was able to see was the great amount of people that had come from miles to attend the wedding. Of course my main concern was my husband, were was he and was he waiting patiently for his bride. I was very curious about what was happening in the church, as one of the photographers was taking pictures of my entrance I decided to ask about my husband and if she had seen him. "Oh yea" she replied, "he's been waiting for you in front of the alter ever since the doors of this church opened". When i heard
Ladies & gentlemen get on these sites and try to explain the best in there self. Well I have always been different so why start now. I have been divorced for 10 years due to a tragic death I didn't give my then husband much attention so he found someone that would. I'm not a gossip & prefer to stay way from drama even though it does every once in awhile slip up. I have dated others and use to believe I would want to spend every minute I could with them but I do enjoy some quite time just doing crafts read watch a movie, just whatever mood I'm in at the time. I refuse to argue at anytime which in turn I get taken advantage of/and come across as being dumb. I have gone threw enough in life to worry about something I can't control
It is the spring of 1995, at 5 o’clock, and the sun will be setting soon. I can smell the aroma of Jasmine flowers as it enters the white mud-brick room of my dressing quarters. My fiance's and my family, have purchased enough flowers to fill the stone courtyard of the local mosque. The scent of the flowers envelops me. At the same time, it lingers on the white shirred lace curtains that are elegantly draped from the windows that flutter back and forth with the gentle breeze. While gazing at the billowing curtains, I am filled with feelings of nostalgia. How soothing they look! At once, I am reminded of the nurturing embrace of my mother, whom I often sought as a child, whenever I was touched by one of life’s misfortunes.