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----- Part 3 – The Wedding -----
-- Written by “Irene Naridza” and
“Gale Kepler”
Mercedes led the three girls to one of the
rooms in the venue, where the rest of the women were making their final touches
before the wedding. She pushed Cecilia’s wheelchair the entire way.
When they arrived, she instructed her daughter
and niece to sit in front of the vacant dressing tables. She also removed a
stool from another table to position Cecilia’s chair.
"Alright. Who
wants lip gloss?" Mercedes asked. All the girls agreed, some more eagerly than others.
Mercedes and another bridesmaid helped them apply it. For Cecilia and Domenica,
wearing lip gloss was a usual and pleasant experience, but for Adelaida, it was
entirely new.
The little girl in the white dress found
herself moving her lips in front of the mirror, trying different angles to see
how they looked with the shiny gloss. "They
look great, bright, and delicate." she
thought to herself.
"Okay, now for a
light layer of makeup." The bridesmaids took fluffy brushes and coated them with foundation that
matched each girl’s skin tone. They all had brown skin, though Cecilia’s
complexion was a bit lighter than the others.
The foundation they used wouldn’t affect their
skin as long as it was applied sparingly and removed in a couple of hours.
According to the schedule: wedding ceremony, then celebration and dinner. There
would be plenty of time to clean the girls' faces afterward.
Adelaida noticed that the bridesmaids had an
entire drawer full of foundations in various shades. She watched her aunt
carefully apply a brown-toned foundation to both her and Domenica.
The final result was quite satisfactory. They
looked like little dolls. "We look fantastic." Cecilia commented
excitedly.
"They’re ready,
girls. Time to head to the ceremony." said Lizbeth, who arrived holding a
large basket. "Adelaida, Domenica, come
here. This is what you’ll do." said
Mercedes, immediately catching the attention of both girls.
"Adelaida, you’ll
go first. When the piano music plays, you must walk slowly, taking small
handfuls of petals from the basket and scattering them along the path as you go." Lizbeth instructed.
"How? Should I
throw them to the sides or in front?" Adelaida asked. "To the sides, as if you’re marking a path. As the
flower girl, you create the path for the couple to walk down." Lizbeth explained.
"And they should
be small handfuls, not big ones, or else you’ll run out of petals before
reaching the altar." she advised, taking a small handful of petals from the basket to
demonstrate. She scattered them along the path. Adelaida perfectly understood
her task.
"Alright, sweet Domenica,
you’ll be the ring bearer. Once the couple is at the altar, a light piano tune
will play again, and that’s when you’ll walk in. You’ll walk slowly, carrying
this pillow." Mercedes placed a white pillow in her hands, with two rings neatly
positioned in small slots at the top.
"Once you reach
the altar, the couple will take the rings and put them on each other. They’ll
vow eternal love and…", "... they’ll kiss the bride and live happily ever
after!" Domenica finished the sentence,
excited. "Exactly, sweetheart, exactly." Mercedes replied with a smile.
"Once both of you
have completed your duties, you’ll sit in the chairs at the front of the altar."
Lizbeth instructed. "Like
VIP seats?" Adelaida asked. "Of course! It’s one of the rewards for having such
an important role in a wedding, getting to see the pinnacle of true love up
close."
A violin melody began to play, coming from
outside the room. "Quick, let’s go." Lizbeth urged. "Mercedes,
you take them to the entrance of the aisle. I’ll take Cecilia to the front." she said, as she began pushing the little girl’s
wheelchair.
Mercedes nodded and led the girls outside,
guiding them to a newly built wooden arch covered in white roses. Adelaida’s
heart started racing when she heard the murmur of voices.
There weren’t a lot of people, but there were
certainly enough. "Could anyone notice the
truth? Realize that I’m actually a boy? Could someone expose me at a moment
like this?" These thoughts
only made her more anxious.
Mercedes and Domenica noticed. "Don’t worry, Adelaida, everything will go
perfectly. You can do this." her cousin reassured her.
"Don’t make that
face, darling. You look much more beautiful when you smile. Just wait until you
step out there. Everyone will be captivated by the flower girl." Mercedes said. These words calmed
Adelaida enough that, when the piano melody started.
She knew it was her cue. Adelaida knew exactly what to do. She took a deep breath and stepped through the rose-covered arch.
In a small event hall, a handful of people had
gathered, all impeccably dressed in their suits and dresses. Small rows of
chairs lined a cleared path in the center.
The delicate white decorations, present in
every corner, gave the place the right look for the occasion. The captivating
violin music played for the small audience was replaced by a gentle piano
melody.
Through the arch of white roses marking the
entrance, a small figure appeared. A little girl, in a white dress and light
hair, walked slowly, with the grace of a feather.
As she moved, she marked the path for the
couple about to seal their love in this wedding event. She took small handfuls
of red, pink, and white petals from her basket and scattered them along her
way.
She was the flower girl, and for a moment, she
stole the attention and sighs of the crowd, who followed her with their eyes
all the way to the altar, where a woman in a white robe was already waiting to
declare the couple’s eternal union.
The girl never let her smile fade in the
slightest. Once her task was done, she sat in a chair adorned with a white
rose, just like her dress. There she waited, turning her gaze toward the white
rose arch, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the couple, the stars of this
wonderful event.
"You did it perfectly." Cecilia whispered in her ear. "Thank
you so much." Adelaida blushed. A trumpet sound caught
everyone’s attention. The trumpet sounded again, now accompanied by drums and
violins. It was time for the couple to walk in.
A woman dressed entirely in white appeared
through the arch of white roses, a young man in an elegant gray suit walking
her down the aisle. As they approached the altar, the sound of multiple cameras
capturing the moment filled the air. A couple of women were already shedding a
few tears as they watched them reach the altar. A few rounds of applause made
the moment even warmer.
The young man accompanying the bride gave her a
pat on the shoulder and an approving look, then made his way to a nearby seat
at the altar. "Wait. Why is the groom
leaving?" Adelaida was confused. "That’s not the groom, silly.
He’s the one giving the bride away." Cecilia whispered, loud
enough for her friend to hear.
The wedding tune continued playing, this time
with a slightly different but familiar rhythm. Then, a second woman entered
through the arch of roses, accompanied by Aunt Mercedes. Her dress was as white
as snow, the seams so delicate they moved with the slightest breeze in the garden.
Despite the veil, Adelaida recognized her, it
was Lurdes. The murmur from the guests grew louder, and the camera flashes
increased. Mercedes handed her over at the altar, giving her a hug and a warm
look of approval.
"Wait. Another
bride? Where’s the groom?" Adelaida asked. "Well…" The girl in the melon-colored
dress hesitated, as if she had a lump in her throat. "Adelaida, listen to me…
my mother was married to my dad for many years, but she was never really
happy." She began to explain.
"One day, my dad came home and found my mom with
another woman… they were kissing. Dad didn’t understand what was happening and
left. He still hasn’t wanted to talk to her again. My mom… she’s different. She
loves differently than other women. She loves women." The girl seemed sad.
"Please don’t think like the others. My mom’s not
sick or broken. She’s fine. That’s just who she is. Her heart loves that way,
but in the end… it’s still love."
Adelaida had heard about this before, briefly.
She had heard her parents refer to people like they as ‘the bad ones’ or ‘possessed’
She always thought that people who loved like that were bad people. Now, being
there and seeing those two women standing in front of each other, smiling and
with tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks, it was hard for her to
believe they were bad.
"Are my parents
wrong?" she thought to herself. "… In the
end, is it love?" She
recalled her friend’s words. "In the end,
if it looks like love, then it must be." Adelaida concluded
just as Domenica walked the entire path to the altar and handed over the rings.
Both women gave a joyful smile as they placed
the rings on each other. That look, it was one she had seen before. A look of
hope, a look of promise, a look that conveyed anything but negativity.
"Ladies and gentlemen" the woman in the robe began to speak. "We are gathered here today
to celebrate the union of these two women in an act of eternal love. A love
that does not look at faces but at hearts." The people listened
attentively.
"Lurdes, do you take Nadia as your wife? Do you
accept to love, respect, support, and be faithful to her, in riches and in
poverty, in sickness and in health?" Aunt Lurdes looked at her fiancée for a moment. "I do." she said without
hesitation.
The woman in the robe nodded and turned to
Nadia. "Nadia, do you take Lurdes as your wife? Do you accept to love,
respect, support, and be faithful to her, in riches and in poverty, in sickness
and in health?", "I do." said the other woman without a hint of doubt.
"Very well, now, if anyone present believes this
marriage should not take place, speak now or forever hold your peace." A complete silence filled the room. Even Adelaida, Cecilia, and Domenica
covered their mouths with their hands to avoid making the slightest sound that
could be misinterpreted.
"I object." A man's voice boomed from the
entrance.
To Be Continued at Tuesday,
September 22
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