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I Do?
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"Preston, Don't move!"
Preston bailey withdrew his finger from in between his neck and the collar of his tuxedo. "Well, I'm sorry, but I hate this monkey suits."
Nigel rolled his eyes. "Well that's hilarious coming from a monkey himself." He muttered.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Nigel said, and continued to adjust his brother's bow tie. Nigel was about to tighten the knot when it came loose again and the knot slipped out, making the bow look as upsetting as before. "Preston!!!" Nigel yelled, annoyed at Preston for fidgeting again.
"I know, I know," Preston apologetically said. "I hate weddings."
Nigel glared at him.
"I really do," he said matter of factly.
"But it's a family wedding," Nigel pointed out.
"All the more reasons for me to hate weddings."
Nigel's eyes narrowed as he pulled the knot together making sure that it was tighter than it had to be. Preston made a gawking noise in protest, as Nigel did so. "You're just jealous because you're not the best man."
"I am not!" Preston protested.
Silence followed as the sunlight broke through the thin white curtains of the chapel's small room. A sparrow flew down and set itself on the windowsill.
Preston sighed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "I can't believe I'm going to lose another family member after this."
"We went through this already I told you about my plans and may I remind you, you encouraged it."
"Yes, yes I know but...it's today, and I'm actually nervous for you." Preston confessed, while picking dirt away from Nigel's tuxedo.
Nigel looked down at his feet and knew that he owed a lot to his brother, no matter what. "Well I..." Nigel looked at Preston. "Thank you." Nigel smiled and gave his brother a hug.
"We'd better be going." Preston said breaking the embrace. "The ceremony is about to start soon, and they can't do that without you."
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Sydney adjusted her gown and checked herself in front of the full-length mirror and was satisfied at what she saw. She ran her fingers through her long curled hair and gently caressed the pearl hair clip on her hair. It had been in the family for generations and she knew that this was the perfect occasion for it.
For a rare moment, Sydney was more than happy to take a break from relic hunting and swap her hiking boots for her Versace heels. It also meant that he'll be able to see her in a different light. Sydney smiled; her lip-gloss glistened in the bright afternoon sunlight that filtered into the room.
"Sydney?"
She looked behind at the door. Karen.
"It's starting."
"Oh...right." She headed towards the door.
"Don't forget the bouquet," Karen reminded her still standing at the door
"Yeah." Sydney turned back, and picked up the bouquet of flowers from the table. She glanced at the mirror again and gave herself a wink.
Perfect.
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The chapel hall was packed with people. Some, Nigel knew, others he had no recollection of. Probably from her side of her family. The sweet aroma from the flowers drifts through the entire hall. His palms felt sweaty and clammy. Was he nervous? He shouldn't be. Why should he?
"Hey Nigel, you alright?"
"Huh? Oh, yes...I'm fine," Nigel, answered Richard.
"You look...um...a little-."
"I'm fine." He interjected. He glanced at Preston who was standing next to the both of them on the left of the church altar. Preston was silent as he scanned the crowd.
Waiting.
Everyone was waiting. Was it hot? Or was it just his imagination? "I need a glass of water."
Richard smiled back, as if he knew exactly what Nigel was thinking. "Hurry up. You're kind of important you know." He patted Nigel on the back and went back to looking at the entrance.
Nigel carefully tiptoed away to the chapel gardens where there was the reception/dinner. He asked one of the caterers for a glass of water. The sky was clear and the clouds looked cottony. The cold liquid soothed his dry lips, and somehow cooled him down.
"Nervous?"
Nigel nearly choked on his water as a tall figure towered over him.
"Hey, relax." Randall Fox said, leaning against the canopy's pole.
"I am not nervous. Why is every-," Nigel stopped mid-way and eyed Sydney's father wryly. "Aren't you suppose to be in Africa? I thought you and Jenny were-."
"It's not everyday I get to see my daughter dress up like this. " he pointed out.
"Right." Nigel smiled. "I want to thank you for...um...consenting to this."
"Actually Nigel, I was impressed that you tracked me down just to ask my permission. Not many guys do that anymore."
"I guess I'm that old-fashioned type." Nigel placed his glass on the table and thanked the waiter.
"Ah...I see, a romantic aren't you?" He straightened up and dusted his suit. "Better move, could start any moment now."
Nigel agreed and walked back to the hall and saw that the pastor had already arrived, and took his place in between Preston and Richard. He took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. The crowd seemed restless, and was shifting in their pews. Anytime now, he thought. Start already. But it didn't, and Nigel sighed. "Richard?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Thanks for letting me do this, especially on such short notice."
Richard nudged him with his shoulder, and laughed. "Relax, it's a once in a lifetime thing." He paused and thought for a while. "At least I hope so, but the point is, it's fine. Make sure that you do good though."
"Of course. I'm serious about this..."
"Hey," Preston interrupted.
"What?" both Nigel and Richard looked at him.
"Red alert."
All three looked ahead and saw the bride and her bridesmaids coming towards the door. Music filled the air, and the crowd was snapped into silence. The flower girl threw red rose petals in the path of the bride, the red contrasting with the color of her gown.. Nigel gulped and let his jaw drop a little as his eyes rested on Sydney. Her long hair, gently curled bouncing lightly with each step she took. The soft pink gown made her look like an angel. Slowly they made their way towards them.
The bride smiled sweetly at the groom from under her veil and took her place in front of the altar. Nigel turned to face the front as the other two did the same. He stole glances at Sydney who was smiling broadly and the bouquet in her hands looked like it was part of her. Nigel tried concentrating on the ceremony. He had to.
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So how's it so far? Got another chapter for this. Please review. I think I'm a review addict. Hmmm should join RA. Reviewerholic anonymous.
By the way.anyone out there who knows why in the world can't I have my words bold or Italianized? Every time I try, the words come out back to normal once I load them on FF.net. Help.
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I Do?
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"Preston, Don't move!"
Preston bailey withdrew his finger from in between his neck and the collar of his tuxedo. "Well, I'm sorry, but I hate this monkey suits."
Nigel rolled his eyes. "Well that's hilarious coming from a monkey himself." He muttered.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Nigel said, and continued to adjust his brother's bow tie. Nigel was about to tighten the knot when it came loose again and the knot slipped out, making the bow look as upsetting as before. "Preston!!!" Nigel yelled, annoyed at Preston for fidgeting again.
"I know, I know," Preston apologetically said. "I hate weddings."
Nigel glared at him.
"I really do," he said matter of factly.
"But it's a family wedding," Nigel pointed out.
"All the more reasons for me to hate weddings."
Nigel's eyes narrowed as he pulled the knot together making sure that it was tighter than it had to be. Preston made a gawking noise in protest, as Nigel did so. "You're just jealous because you're not the best man."
"I am not!" Preston protested.
Silence followed as the sunlight broke through the thin white curtains of the chapel's small room. A sparrow flew down and set itself on the windowsill.
Preston sighed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "I can't believe I'm going to lose another family member after this."
"We went through this already I told you about my plans and may I remind you, you encouraged it."
"Yes, yes I know but...it's today, and I'm actually nervous for you." Preston confessed, while picking dirt away from Nigel's tuxedo.
Nigel looked down at his feet and knew that he owed a lot to his brother, no matter what. "Well I..." Nigel looked at Preston. "Thank you." Nigel smiled and gave his brother a hug.
"We'd better be going." Preston said breaking the embrace. "The ceremony is about to start soon, and they can't do that without you."
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Sydney adjusted her gown and checked herself in front of the full-length mirror and was satisfied at what she saw. She ran her fingers through her long curled hair and gently caressed the pearl hair clip on her hair. It had been in the family for generations and she knew that this was the perfect occasion for it.
For a rare moment, Sydney was more than happy to take a break from relic hunting and swap her hiking boots for her Versace heels. It also meant that he'll be able to see her in a different light. Sydney smiled; her lip-gloss glistened in the bright afternoon sunlight that filtered into the room.
"Sydney?"
She looked behind at the door. Karen.
"It's starting."
"Oh...right." She headed towards the door.
"Don't forget the bouquet," Karen reminded her still standing at the door
"Yeah." Sydney turned back, and picked up the bouquet of flowers from the table. She glanced at the mirror again and gave herself a wink.
Perfect.
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The chapel hall was packed with people. Some, Nigel knew, others he had no recollection of. Probably from her side of her family. The sweet aroma from the flowers drifts through the entire hall. His palms felt sweaty and clammy. Was he nervous? He shouldn't be. Why should he?
"Hey Nigel, you alright?"
"Huh? Oh, yes...I'm fine," Nigel, answered Richard.
"You look...um...a little-."
"I'm fine." He interjected. He glanced at Preston who was standing next to the both of them on the left of the church altar. Preston was silent as he scanned the crowd.
Waiting.
Everyone was waiting. Was it hot? Or was it just his imagination? "I need a glass of water."
Richard smiled back, as if he knew exactly what Nigel was thinking. "Hurry up. You're kind of important you know." He patted Nigel on the back and went back to looking at the entrance.
Nigel carefully tiptoed away to the chapel gardens where there was the reception/dinner. He asked one of the caterers for a glass of water. The sky was clear and the clouds looked cottony. The cold liquid soothed his dry lips, and somehow cooled him down.
"Nervous?"
Nigel nearly choked on his water as a tall figure towered over him.
"Hey, relax." Randall Fox said, leaning against the canopy's pole.
"I am not nervous. Why is every-," Nigel stopped mid-way and eyed Sydney's father wryly. "Aren't you suppose to be in Africa? I thought you and Jenny were-."
"It's not everyday I get to see my daughter dress up like this. " he pointed out.
"Right." Nigel smiled. "I want to thank you for...um...consenting to this."
"Actually Nigel, I was impressed that you tracked me down just to ask my permission. Not many guys do that anymore."
"I guess I'm that old-fashioned type." Nigel placed his glass on the table and thanked the waiter.
"Ah...I see, a romantic aren't you?" He straightened up and dusted his suit. "Better move, could start any moment now."
Nigel agreed and walked back to the hall and saw that the pastor had already arrived, and took his place in between Preston and Richard. He took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. The crowd seemed restless, and was shifting in their pews. Anytime now, he thought. Start already. But it didn't, and Nigel sighed. "Richard?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Thanks for letting me do this, especially on such short notice."
Richard nudged him with his shoulder, and laughed. "Relax, it's a once in a lifetime thing." He paused and thought for a while. "At least I hope so, but the point is, it's fine. Make sure that you do good though."
"Of course. I'm serious about this..."
"Hey," Preston interrupted.
"What?" both Nigel and Richard looked at him.
"Red alert."
All three looked ahead and saw the bride and her bridesmaids coming towards the door. Music filled the air, and the crowd was snapped into silence. The flower girl threw red rose petals in the path of the bride, the red contrasting with the color of her gown.. Nigel gulped and let his jaw drop a little as his eyes rested on Sydney. Her long hair, gently curled bouncing lightly with each step she took. The soft pink gown made her look like an angel. Slowly they made their way towards them.
The bride smiled sweetly at the groom from under her veil and took her place in front of the altar. Nigel turned to face the front as the other two did the same. He stole glances at Sydney who was smiling broadly and the bouquet in her hands looked like it was part of her. Nigel tried concentrating on the ceremony. He had to.
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So how's it so far? Got another chapter for this. Please review. I think I'm a review addict. Hmmm should join RA. Reviewerholic anonymous.
By the way.anyone out there who knows why in the world can't I have my words bold or Italianized? Every time I try, the words come out back to normal once I load them on FF.net. Help.
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P|-|34r my \^/r1++1|\|g 5|1]]z
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