Well… here's Chappie 7! Enjoy!
Dear Beloved Friends
Rain went to the bookstore alone so Domon could train. "Here you are Madam, 'I'm Pregnant: Now What?', 'It's a Baby: Names for all Genders, Racers, Region, & Culture', ITS HERE! Now What?'. Will that be all madam?" The cashier at the counter asked. "Yes, thank you." Rain paid for the 3 books and left.
On her way back to the apartment, Rains saw Chibodee and Cath. Cath was Chibodee's new girlfriends also one of his crew members. Chibodee Crocket has four crewmembers, all girls - Cath, Bunny, Shirley, and Janet. He originally was dating Bunny, but he must have realized that that Cath was better for him and also meant for him.
"Hey Kasshu!" Chibodee yelled from across the street. Rain quickly hid the book bag inside her jacket. 'The last thing I need is the Shuffle Alliance finding out about her predicament, especially Chibodee, he would probably announce it in the 'Colony Times' or something.' Rain thought as Chibodee and Cath crossed the street and came closer. "Hey, what's happening?" Rain asked as they finally converged. "You going to the wedding of Frenchie and the princess?" Chibodee asked as Rain was trying to think of an excuse to leave. "Yep…its tomorrow night, right?" Rain asked. "Yep, well we got to get going. We still need to find Chibodee a tuxedo to wear." Cath said. "Okay, I need to find an outfit to wear too, see ya tomorrow night." Rain started off in the opposite direction.
~*~The Next Day~*~
8:45 Paris, France – Getting ready for the Royal French wedding
"DOMON KASSHU!" Rain screamed from the bedroom in the upper part of their apartment. "GET UP!" Rain was running around trying to make sure she had everything she needed. She had picked up her dress this morning when she went to go rent Domon's tux from the rental place. As she was running around the apartment, she was also trying to wake Domon up, and get dressed. "DOMON KASSHU! IF YOU DON'T GET UP RIGHT NOW, I'LL GO IN THERE AND PERSONALLY WAKE YOU UP. AND TRUST ME, YOUR WONT LIKE IT!" Rain screamed from the bathroom as she was putting on her new pearl earrings Domon had just bought her 3 days ago for the occasion. "Argggg… All right, I'm up. Stop yelling." Domon dragged his butt off the sofa and headed into the bedroom to get dressed. "Did you take a shower?" Rain asked as she walked into the bedroom and headed over to their balcony door. "Yes, two hours ago before my nap." Domon responded as he grabbed the tux and attempted to dress himself.
"I wish I had a video camera. This is priceless." Rain stated as Domon tried to put this shirt on as pants. "Huh, what?" Domon looked down and realized his mistake. "He-He" Domon fixed his problem and then went back into the bathroom to work on his hair. "Domon Kasshu, I don't know what I'm going to do with you?" Domon came back into the room, looking fresh and wake. Rain was standing out on their balcony leaning on the railing looking at the sunrise.
She was wearing a long, white, tight dress that had a red & blue stripe go from her left shoulder down to her right foot on both front & back. Her hair was placed neatly up in a bun with a single red rose placed on the side. Domon just stood in his black tuxedo and stared. With the sunrise in the background, to him, Rain looked like a renaissance painting of great beauty. When she turned around, her blue eyes reflected the light of the rising sun as she smiled at Domon. "Domon, look at you…" She started, "you're a complete mess." She walked over and helped him fix his bow tie and hair. "Well, "Domon started "you look mighty beautiful you–"
CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME! CHIME!
The grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairs chimed as the clock struck ten. "OMG DOMON!" Rain stated. "WERE GOING TO BE LATE!" Rain and Domon ran down the stairs and out the door. As Rain ran to the elevator, she was trying to put matching red heels on but was having no luck. "Put them on in the limo." Domon said as they ran to catch the limo.
When they got to the church, George met them at the door. "Morning Mistier Domon. Madam Rain." George kissed Rain's hand as the custom in France. He then proceeded to lead them down the aisle to their reserved seats. Domon could tell George seamed a little tense. For one thing, he tried not to have eye contact with any of the guest. George wasn't fond of big crowds to begin with, but since this was a royal wedding, he had no chose.
Rain & Domon sat with Argo & Nastasha Gulsky. They had with them their little son, John Benjamin Gulsky, who looked just like his father Argo. In front was Chibodee & Cath, with SiSici & Cecile and their son Lee. The church as very beautiful. There were blue, white and red roses everywhere, to represent the colors of France. Behind the alter, there was a huge France flag with the royal crest embroidered in gold in the middle, that hung behind a huge golden cross with a silver Christ. All in all, the church took your breath away.
There was one bunch of roses that caught Domon's eye. They weren't blue, white, or red. They were a kind of pale, dusty looking purplish color directly in the center. He at first thought they were the colors of the church until he noticed a small piece of paper tucked deep inside the bunch. He figured, he'd wait until after the ceremony to ask George what the purple roses are all about, because as far as Domon knew, George's favorite color was orange, not purple.
Back in Marie's dressing room, there were thoughts of 'second thoughts' in the young princess' mind. 'Maybe I'm not ready.' She thought to herself wail looking into her full-length mirror. All her bridesmaids and people who were dressing her had left the room to give the bride to be a few minutes to think before the big moment. She twisted and turned, looking at her dress, her hair and veil. Her dress was as white as fresh snow on a new winter's morning. It was strapless and had glimmering silver gems all over the front. It draped over her pearl white shoes and had a train that was about 31/2 – 4 feet long. He played with one of her golden locks as she tried not to cry. Stuck to the mirror were two pictures – one of George; and the other of her parents on there wedding day, only 31-years ago. Marie was always told she looked like her mother, especially now on her wedding day. Her mother had golden hair and wore a dress very similar to Marie's.
Marie wiped a forming tear from her eye. "Oh mom, I miss you so much." Marie had lost her mother when she was very young and was raised by her father as the Royal Princess of Neo France and France of earth. Marie slowly flipped one layer of the veil over her face. It was a very soft lace in font, but pure white silk in back. On the top rested 9 small roses – 3 blue, 3 white, then 3 red. She also had on her royal princess crown. It was mandatory she was told, to wear her official crown and not a cheep on that comes with wedding veils. She looked over at her bouquet, which was resting on a huge chair next to the mirror.. Same old color roses. But one of the roses was unlike the others. It was a pale, dusty looking purplish colored one. There was only one, but to her it looked very beautiful and stuck out very nicely in the bunch. She knew what the rose represented, it represented George's past.
"Miss Marie. Its time, only 5 minutes till the ceremony, we should start forming up in lines behind the doors." Cynthia her maid of honor said as she peeped through the oak door of the bridal room. "Marie, are you okay?" Cynthia rushed over to Marie who was sobbing in a huge chair next to the mirror. Marie had thrown the bouquet to the floor and taken her veil off, messing up her perfect hair. "I can't do this. I don't think I'm ready." Marie coughed out in between sobs. The music was starting to play in the church. "The weddings off!"
Author's notes: Well, look for Chappie 8 ----- 'Dear Jitters of The Bride'
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