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Celia
was in the “bride’s room” of the church where for the last couple years she had
worked as the part-time choir director.
But today she was getting married here, and she was confident that she
and Rob were starting out well.
Standing
before the mirror, she waited as her older sister Catherine took a couple
stitches on the hem of her dress.
Catherine had made over their mother’s beaded princess wedding gown from
the eighties into something quite stylish, a simple sheath made from the fabric
of that dress’s full gathered skirt, with some minimal beaded lace detail. This project had begun as a way to save
money on the wedding, but it had evolved into a challenge of sorts wherein they
had determined to use only the material from the old dress and absolutely
nothing else. Catherine had
created a small pillbox hat from the stiff bodice of the old dress and attached
a sophisticated pouf of net from its crinoline as the veil.
Celia
touched up her lipstick as Catherine trimmed the thread and stood up. They looked in the mirror
together, equally pleased with the final result, and hugged one another
carefully so as not to muss the look.
Looking
over Celia’s shoulder during the hug, Catherine said, “Dad’s here.”
Celia
turned around and looked out the window toward the church’s parking lot. Sure enough, it was her father, looking
slightly older than when she had last seen him four years ago. Celia had wrestled with the decision to
invite him since the family had never really made peace over his leaving. Suddenly, though the wedding felt very
small – their decision to keep it to twenty-five family members and a handful
of close friends meant that there was no avoiding him.
Then
she realized he was not alone. “Oh
my God,’ she said. “He brought
them.”
Sure
enough, he was with his second wife Jeanne and their daughter Charity, whom
Celia had not seen since she was a baby.
Once she had decided to invite her father, she had explicitly asked that
he not bring his second family along to
the wedding, since she feared that would be stressful for her mother. She did not want to have to take care
of her mother on her wedding day.
Celia
was stunned to have been so directly ignored. Then she saw her mother, looking svelte in her
mother-of-the-bride ensemble, walk up to her father and embrace him as if he
were an old friend. Having
done so, she shook Jeanne’s hand pleasantly – Celia’s mind raced to remember if
they had ever met before; sure, when the parents were still managing Celia’s
visitation, they must have. Then
Mom said hello to Charity and turned to walk them to the courtyard.
“Mom
invited them,” Celia said out loud as the realization hit her. “Did you know about this?” she asked
Catherine. Catherine shook her
head.
What
does Celia do next?
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