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“Okay, is everyone ready?” Christa was frantically clucking around the chapel, fluttering her hands and shaking madly. Ray was at the altar, all the guests were in the pews, and the only thing the procession was waiting for was the organ-player to strike up and signal the beginning of the wedding.
“Chrissy, calm down, sweetie. It’ll be fine; this is your wedding day! Enjoy it! Breathe…” the sister said soothingly. Christa took deep breaths and stared at the floor as though she were going to be sick.
Suddenly, the first few chords of The Wedding March were struck up and everyone froze. The bridesmaids grabbed their groomsmen, the flower girl and ring-bearer were sent out, and Christa had her fist stuffed in her mouth to keep from screaming in anticipation. Pen clutched Bob’s arm, the couple walking out when their turn came up. They both stared straight ahead, not looking at the guests in the rows of benches. Pen was hesitant to part with Bob when they got to the altar; she’d always had a little bit of stage-fright, and standing up in front of a hundred people in a church at a wedding was not the best thing for her.
Suddenly, Christa walked out, looking as though she couldn’t be happier. Gone was the pallid complexion, the nerves, replaced with nothing but eager anticipation and pure joy that the day she had been waiting for her entire life had finally come. She approached the altar and stepped up in front of the priest and Ray. Christa’s back was to Pen, but she could clearly see Ray’s face. He looked just as happy as Christa, smiling to show his teeth, his eyes shining brightly.
The sight of the couple standing in front of the priest with equivalent expressions of joy on their faces filled Pen with a foreign feeling. She felt…longing. She wanted to be standing in Christa’s place, the man of her dreams in front of her, ready to dedicate the rest of his life to her, and vice versa.
She eyed Bob over Ray’s shoulder, taking in his appearance. He looked good in a suit, and he had shaved that morning and taken out his lip ring. He looked so…mature. So adult, so different than the playful, yet thoughtful, Bob that Pen prided herself in knowing so well. In that moment, listening to the priest begin the ceremony, watching Bob so attentive as though he were at his own wedding, Pen knew that he was the only person she ever wanted to be up on that altar with.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony…”
The chance for objections came, and even Frank was revered into staying quiet. Then came the I-do’s, tears shining in Christa’s eyes as she said hers, and Ray his. Then came the climax; the priest announced it proudly, as though he had achieved some sort of triumph in bringing the couple to this point. “I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride.”
In the split second before Ray took Christa’s face in his hands and kissed her for the first time as a married man, Pen saw something fly between the couple. Love? Happiness? Electricity? She wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew that it was purely unique to that moment in time. She wanted that moment as well, and she wanted to share it with Bob.
“And now, the bride and groom are going to have their first dance together as a married couple!” the emcee announced later at the reception. Christa and Ray stepped up onto the dance floor and began dancing to the Cranberries’ “Linger.”
“I’m so happy for them,” Pen sighed as she watched the couple dance. Any dislike that she had had for Christa disappeared, at least for that day that she saw some sort of change in her.
“Yeah,” Bob said, biting his lip. He hadn’t been nervous before, but now that the moment had come for him to actually pop the question, his mouth was dry and there was a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow around. He cleared his throat a few times. “Penelope?” he said hoarsely.
She turned toward him. “Hmm?” She was still occupied with thoughts (and perhaps fantasies) of her own dream-wedding.
Bob stared at her for a moment before taking her hand in his. Slowly, he slid off his chair and onto one knee. He cleared his throat once more and looked up into her eyes. Penelope’s jaw had dropped, and she was holding her breath. Her green eyes were wider than usual, and a small smile played at her agape mouth.
“Penelope,” he said again, trying to radiate confidence that he wasn’t anywhere near feeling. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, still not daring to breathe for fear of breaking the magic spark that connected the two of them and blocked out everything else in the room.
“Watching Ray and Christa made me realize just how much I need you, and that I will never find anyone else like you. I don’t ever want to be with anyone but you. Will you…Penelope, will you marry me?”
The tears that Pen had been so desperately trying to keep back broke free and slid down her cheeks, glittering like crystals on her fair skin. She allowed herself to breath, but in shallow, quick bursts. She was trying to keep back sobs of joy and her hands were shaking in Bob’s. He pulled out a small, square, velvet box and opened it, a simple, yet breathtakingly-beautiful engagement ring gleaming inside. He lifted it off the cushion and slid it onto Penelope’s trembling left ring-finger. She choked out a tiny sob and smiled, lighting up her eyes brightly and purely.
“I--I--I…Yes! Yes!” She laughed and gasped, pulling her hand up to look at the ring shining on her finger. “Yes, I’ll marry you! I love you!” She jumped up, pulling Bob with her and encircling him into the tightest hug she could muster. He picked Pen up and swung her around, planting a passionate kiss on his fiancée.
There was clapping; the whole ballroom had witnessed Bob’s proposal and was applauding the couple. Ray and Christa stood close by, both smiling. Ray gave Bob a thumbs-up, and Christa clapped her hands and jumped up and down. Pen didn’t have to ask what the secret had been, now.
Pen stepped away and again looked at the ring on her hand. She couldn’t believe that she had just that day been thinking about getting married, and now here she was: engaged to the only man that she could ever imagine herself standing in a church with.
When they stepped apart, Ray came over and shook Bob’s hand energetically, patting him on the back in congratulations. Christa hugged Pen tightly and giggled girlishly.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t spoil it, now?” she asked Pen, causing both of them to laugh.
The rest of the guys came up to Pen and hugged her, giving her kisses on the cheeks and congratulating her and Bob. They shook the latter’s hand and told him how lucky he was.
“Good choice, Bryar,” Frank said, nodding his approval.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Mikey said, squeezing Pen’s hand for a moment.
“Thanks, Mikes,” Pen said, beaming at everyone around her. She briefly realized that she had never been happier than she was at that moment.
w00t! Bob proposed, finally! I actually contemplated him losing his nerve and not proposing until the VERY END of the story, but then I figured that that was too cruel xD. So...what do you think? Good? Kinda cheesy? I really tried hard to make it non-cheesy, but I read over it and it does kinda seem a little corny, haha. Oh well, when you're describing a wedding, it's kind of impossible not to be cheesy.
But anyway. So, can you pret-teh please go comment? Okay. WELL, okay. Comment/Rate/Sub. OverAndOutxx
“Chrissy, calm down, sweetie. It’ll be fine; this is your wedding day! Enjoy it! Breathe…” the sister said soothingly. Christa took deep breaths and stared at the floor as though she were going to be sick.
Suddenly, the first few chords of The Wedding March were struck up and everyone froze. The bridesmaids grabbed their groomsmen, the flower girl and ring-bearer were sent out, and Christa had her fist stuffed in her mouth to keep from screaming in anticipation. Pen clutched Bob’s arm, the couple walking out when their turn came up. They both stared straight ahead, not looking at the guests in the rows of benches. Pen was hesitant to part with Bob when they got to the altar; she’d always had a little bit of stage-fright, and standing up in front of a hundred people in a church at a wedding was not the best thing for her.
Suddenly, Christa walked out, looking as though she couldn’t be happier. Gone was the pallid complexion, the nerves, replaced with nothing but eager anticipation and pure joy that the day she had been waiting for her entire life had finally come. She approached the altar and stepped up in front of the priest and Ray. Christa’s back was to Pen, but she could clearly see Ray’s face. He looked just as happy as Christa, smiling to show his teeth, his eyes shining brightly.
The sight of the couple standing in front of the priest with equivalent expressions of joy on their faces filled Pen with a foreign feeling. She felt…longing. She wanted to be standing in Christa’s place, the man of her dreams in front of her, ready to dedicate the rest of his life to her, and vice versa.
She eyed Bob over Ray’s shoulder, taking in his appearance. He looked good in a suit, and he had shaved that morning and taken out his lip ring. He looked so…mature. So adult, so different than the playful, yet thoughtful, Bob that Pen prided herself in knowing so well. In that moment, listening to the priest begin the ceremony, watching Bob so attentive as though he were at his own wedding, Pen knew that he was the only person she ever wanted to be up on that altar with.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony…”
The chance for objections came, and even Frank was revered into staying quiet. Then came the I-do’s, tears shining in Christa’s eyes as she said hers, and Ray his. Then came the climax; the priest announced it proudly, as though he had achieved some sort of triumph in bringing the couple to this point. “I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride.”
In the split second before Ray took Christa’s face in his hands and kissed her for the first time as a married man, Pen saw something fly between the couple. Love? Happiness? Electricity? She wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew that it was purely unique to that moment in time. She wanted that moment as well, and she wanted to share it with Bob.
“And now, the bride and groom are going to have their first dance together as a married couple!” the emcee announced later at the reception. Christa and Ray stepped up onto the dance floor and began dancing to the Cranberries’ “Linger.”
“I’m so happy for them,” Pen sighed as she watched the couple dance. Any dislike that she had had for Christa disappeared, at least for that day that she saw some sort of change in her.
“Yeah,” Bob said, biting his lip. He hadn’t been nervous before, but now that the moment had come for him to actually pop the question, his mouth was dry and there was a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow around. He cleared his throat a few times. “Penelope?” he said hoarsely.
She turned toward him. “Hmm?” She was still occupied with thoughts (and perhaps fantasies) of her own dream-wedding.
Bob stared at her for a moment before taking her hand in his. Slowly, he slid off his chair and onto one knee. He cleared his throat once more and looked up into her eyes. Penelope’s jaw had dropped, and she was holding her breath. Her green eyes were wider than usual, and a small smile played at her agape mouth.
“Penelope,” he said again, trying to radiate confidence that he wasn’t anywhere near feeling. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, still not daring to breathe for fear of breaking the magic spark that connected the two of them and blocked out everything else in the room.
“Watching Ray and Christa made me realize just how much I need you, and that I will never find anyone else like you. I don’t ever want to be with anyone but you. Will you…Penelope, will you marry me?”
The tears that Pen had been so desperately trying to keep back broke free and slid down her cheeks, glittering like crystals on her fair skin. She allowed herself to breath, but in shallow, quick bursts. She was trying to keep back sobs of joy and her hands were shaking in Bob’s. He pulled out a small, square, velvet box and opened it, a simple, yet breathtakingly-beautiful engagement ring gleaming inside. He lifted it off the cushion and slid it onto Penelope’s trembling left ring-finger. She choked out a tiny sob and smiled, lighting up her eyes brightly and purely.
“I--I--I…Yes! Yes!” She laughed and gasped, pulling her hand up to look at the ring shining on her finger. “Yes, I’ll marry you! I love you!” She jumped up, pulling Bob with her and encircling him into the tightest hug she could muster. He picked Pen up and swung her around, planting a passionate kiss on his fiancée.
There was clapping; the whole ballroom had witnessed Bob’s proposal and was applauding the couple. Ray and Christa stood close by, both smiling. Ray gave Bob a thumbs-up, and Christa clapped her hands and jumped up and down. Pen didn’t have to ask what the secret had been, now.
Pen stepped away and again looked at the ring on her hand. She couldn’t believe that she had just that day been thinking about getting married, and now here she was: engaged to the only man that she could ever imagine herself standing in a church with.
When they stepped apart, Ray came over and shook Bob’s hand energetically, patting him on the back in congratulations. Christa hugged Pen tightly and giggled girlishly.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t spoil it, now?” she asked Pen, causing both of them to laugh.
The rest of the guys came up to Pen and hugged her, giving her kisses on the cheeks and congratulating her and Bob. They shook the latter’s hand and told him how lucky he was.
“Good choice, Bryar,” Frank said, nodding his approval.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Mikey said, squeezing Pen’s hand for a moment.
“Thanks, Mikes,” Pen said, beaming at everyone around her. She briefly realized that she had never been happier than she was at that moment.
w00t! Bob proposed, finally! I actually contemplated him losing his nerve and not proposing until the VERY END of the story, but then I figured that that was too cruel xD. So...what do you think? Good? Kinda cheesy? I really tried hard to make it non-cheesy, but I read over it and it does kinda seem a little corny, haha. Oh well, when you're describing a wedding, it's kind of impossible not to be cheesy.
But anyway. So, can you pret-teh please go comment? Okay. WELL, okay. Comment/Rate/Sub. OverAndOutxx
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