The day was finally here! The day they had been waiting for. They had dated a whole nine years. Yes. Nine. In between Tony’s contracts in Rwanda and Stella’s Masters studies abroad, the time just hadn’t been right. But now, now they were here, holding hands, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.
The make up artist had had to do Stella’s make up again before they went into the church. She had cried, no, wept when the women had walked her out of her parent’s house with a huge, albeit empty briefcase, which in her culture signified her moving into a new home. Her mom had been among them too. She had always been a mama’s girl. It was not like they were not going to see each other again; it’s just the thought of not being around her so much that hurt.
Her favorite song, Butterfly Kisses was playing as she walked down the aisle in her parent’s arms. Stella saw and took in all the happiness around her. Her high school friends, some from college, workmates and Tony’s friends and family, all there to eat her wedding cake. Ha! Ok, Witness this VIO (Very Important Occasion) At the end of the aisle, Tony waited, flanked by his parents, with a smile on his dimpled face. Ah! How she loved this man!
Tony on the other hand, couldn’t wait for the I do moment. All he wanted was Stella. If he had a choice, he would have skipped all the planning and extravagance and gone to the Attorney General’s chambers for a quick ceremony; but this was Stella’s dream. Secretly though, he was glad they did it this way. He had a chance to see this veiled angel dressed in white waft slowly to him…like that sweet jasmine fragrance he loved. He had promised himself, and indeed bet with the boys that he wouldn’t cry, but when he saw her, his eyes welled up. Oh, what the heck! He would have to buy those beers. His best man, smiling victoriously, handed him a hanky.
“If there is anyone who knows of a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” You could have heard a pin drop. All this time, their eyes had been on each other, drinking up the beauty and love that each had to offer, but now, the gaze was broken and they anxiously looked round the chapel. Suddenly, a man at the back stood up. Stella’s heart tightened at the same time Tony’s grip on her hands did.
The presiding pastor motioned him forward.
The man walked up front, took the microphone and shouted, “We can’t hear a thing at the back! You’ll have to speak much louder.” A group at the back clapped and yelled in unison…”YEAH!”
Stella’s loving but dramatic cousins had almost caused her a heart attack. Tony swore to teach them a lesson. Of all times, they chose that moment? The relief in the chapel was tangible! Tony’s revenge would have to wait; now they just needed to get through the vows.
“Mic test, Mic test! The group at the back clapped and cheered.