DISCALIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!
This is in answer to Jen's challenge to include the Lyrics to 'I Remember LA' by Celine Dion a personal favourite song of mine. Enjoy! :)
"Thanks so much for agreeing to come with me Gerry" Sandra said fixing her pink fascinator in place about a quarter of the way down the left hand side of her almost perfect messy bun she wore about half way down her head.
"Not at all, blimey Guv you look knock out" Gerry said examining Sandra's every detail, she looked so glamorous in the simple black dress with pink side sections that elongated her smooth slightly tanned legs. Gerry had never seen her look so beautiful.
"Thanks Gerry, you don't look too bad yourself but if it's all the same I would rather you didn't call me Guv, not to day" she smiled picking up her matching pink clutch bag which was hanging from the banister.
"No problem, Guv, I mean Sandra, so who's wedding are we going to again?"
"Mark and Maria's" She said picking up her keys and shooing Gerry out the door so she could lock up. "I went to university with Maria, I still see her occasionally, usually every other Christmas".
She gingerly made her way to Gerry's car, she had never walked in heels this high before, really she should have tried them on around the house to get used to them as she already knew she wasn't going to last the day in these six inch stilettos.
"Oh right, anyone else you know going?" Gerry asked opening the passenger door and taking hold of Sandra's hand, aiding her to her seat.
"Thanks Gerry, who knew you could be so gentlemanly. No I don't think I know anyone else, well I might as Maria stayed in contact with quite a lot of people over the years but I would doubt if I would recognise any of them" she said touching up her lipstick by looking into the little mirror on the sun visor.
"Is that why you asked a dashingly handsome man to be your plus one?"
"Yes, but unfortunately he was busy, as was George Clooney so I settled for you" she teased.
"Charming" he huffed as he reversed out of her drive. "So what's the deal with us are we just friends, or something else?"
"Friends, defiantly friends, we may not be close but Maria would see right though that old trick any way it would make me look desperate if I turned up pretending to be with somebody, we can just about pull of being friends".
"What are you saying, that we aren't really friends?"
"No Gerry you know as much as I do that you and the other two dinosaurs mean the world to me but without UCOS I doubt I would have looked twice at you" she admitted.
"You know I would have looked more than twice at you" he winked.
"Yes, Gerry I wouldn't put it past you but can we please stay sensible?"
"Well, you know me Sandra, an old romantic at heart but don't you think the idea of writing your own vows is a little tacky, very American" Gerry said collecting his glass of champagne on the way out of the beautiful stately home where the nuptials were held.
"You know me Gerry, unromantic as hell but I found the ceremony very moving indeed, look at them they look so happy, were you ever that happy on any of your wedding days?" she said linking her arm in his for support as she wobbled down the gravel path.
"Steady Sandra, you have only had one sip of that champers, I am not going to carry you around all day" he said placing both hands around her perfect waist as she almost toppled over.
"It's the shoes you Muppet, quickly out the way while this throwing the flowers facade goes on".
"Does this mean you aren't planning on being the next one to get married then?"
"No" she said spinning round as she was pushed over by a man whose face she didn't catch a glimpse of as her ankle went down.
Yelping in pain the man who had caused her to be in this much agony rushed towards her to make sure she was alright.
"I'm so sorry are you-" he ceased speaking, and simply gazed into her eyes, Sandra did the same.
"Don't you think you have caused enough damage" Gerry said rather loudly attracting the attention of the majority of the wedding guests. "Sandra, are you alright" he asked helping her to her feet.
"Leave, it Gerry I'm fine" she snapped yanking her arm from his grasp.
"You don't sound it".
"Sandra Pullman, it is you" the other man said in a thick American accent.
"Henry Lawson, how the hell are you" she managed to say, her heart6 beating uncontrollably, the adrenaline pumping so violently fast around her body she was sure she would fall over again.
"I'm good, and yourself?" he asked smiling at seeing a very pretty blast from the past.
"You mean you know this Pratt?"
"Gerry, I said leave it" she snapped.
"Wow, it's so lovely to see you again, do you wanna grab a table and maybe we could catch up a little?" he asked politely.
"Umm I guess there is no harm in that" she said noticing Gerry was following them "Gerry you couldn't give us a moment could you?"
"Of course, I'll be here waiting, you will be okay wont you?" he asked getting an unnerving feeling from this Henry.
"Gerry, I will be fine, please" she said walking off. Gerry could just about hear Henry ask her :
"So this Gerry, is he your husband?"
"God, no, we are just good friends" Gerry tried not to look upset as he drank the remaining Champagne.
