Short Story About The Rehearsal Dinner

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

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Jesus told a parable about those who make preparations for the future and others who take a chance by not making plans for the unexpected.

“Sure,” I said grabbing the popcorn bowl. Taylor and I were having a sleepover due to my parents being out of town. Right now we're watching Bridesmaids, one of my all time favorite movies. It was about 3 in the morning, but i was wide awake. BOOM! “Oh my goodness what was that,” I said shaking.

One fine summer’s day, atha little house in suburban Illinois, a family of five was loading into a minivan on their way to a wedding. They were all very excited, the young daughter was to be the flower girl, and the younger son was the ring bearer. The bride was the motherś sister, and the mother was very happy for her. THey drove a short ways to the wedding site, which was a little glen on the edge of the woods, surrounded by tall oaks and maples. THe family got out of the car and went to greet the bride and groom. The wedding was exquisitely beautiful, the colors were blue and gold which blended well with the outdoor theme. After the dollar dance, the party really started to liven up. People started going out to the dance floor, the bar opened

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Wouldn’t you know it, this is the first time Steve has ever bought me dinner and I was too nervous to eat it.

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

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

I didn’t get anxious during the six months of planning my wedding, until the big day arrive. On October 1st, 2016. I was going to be marrying the love of my life, the man I will spend the rest of my life with. My morning started with me waking up at my mother’s house at 7am. I ate a light breakfast with my mom and then started preparing for the big event. I had made arrangements for my makeup/hair artist to be there at 9am. That’s when my anxiety started kicking in, it was 9:30 and she hadn’t arrive. The makeup/hair artist didn’t arrive till almost 10am. She not only had to do my make up and hair but also my mom’s and sister. We all had to be ready my 3pm. I took a deep breath and kept telling myself everything is going to be fine, hoping

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“Ok, let me show you to the break room.” Through the raw, bitter hallway, Detective Holdings walkie-talkie goes off.

Well that was something I was not prepared for, I mean twelve courses for a rehearsal dinner? Good lord, could they flaunt around their wealth anymore. I know that this is South and we believe the larger the wedding the longer the marriage, but seriously. I was half prepared for there to be a dinner show to go along with all that extravagance. Though I can’t complain too much because that food was fabulous. The amount of bread that I consumed cannot be healthy. I could have probably gone for seconds possibly thirds on all twelve courses. I would like to kiss whoever made that chicken. Anyways, it’s a good thing Deb was not invited to the reception, she can’t stand the way I eat when I’m bored. Her and mama both. “Your metabolism will