A new face after the race

Chapter 66

She should be getting dressed, but she made no movement to do so. She had plenty of time as she glanced over the clock. She looked back out the window and observed as her wedding, her dream wedding becoming a reality, came to life. It just needed two things, the bride and the groom.

Soon, voices sounded outside the door and Emily turned her head as she identified the voices; Elizabeth and Skye, and Lulu and Melissa.

Skye was the matron of honor and Elizabeth the maid of honor and Melissa and Lulu were both the flower girls, since Emily just couldn't pick between the two. In fact, they were probably the most excited of them all and she was the bride. They just couldn't wait until they were sisters, in laws, but that didn't bother them at all.

They were talking about the cake as they entered. "Did you see the cake?" Lulu asked Melissa.

"Yeah, it's chocolate!" Melissa exclaimed.

"I can't wait until we get to eat it." Lulu replied.

"Now girls, it's not the cake that counts, it's the actual ceremony." Skye told them.

"When I get married, I'm going to have a chocolate wedding cake too." Lulu told Melissa as they made movements to get in their dresses for the wedding.

"God help Luke…" Skye said, shaking her head. Luke was going to have a ball when Lulu gets married, that's for sure.

Emily smiled at the two little girls who was currently deciding who wanted the sea form green or the lavender dress.

"Emily, you aren't dressed yet. Why aren't you dressed yet?" Elizabeth asked, hands on her hips, flicking a glance at her watch. "You're getting married in an hour." Liz implied.

Emily turned and looked at the clock. "So I am." Emily responded. How time flew when you were having fun, she thought.

"So why aren't you dressed?" Elizabeth asked her. "You aren't having cold feet, are you?"

Emily shook her head. "No, of course not," Emily replied.

"Then let's get the bride ready then, shall we?" Elizabeth, who was already dressed in a red dress, was done in her preparations of maid of honor.

Emily looked over as Lulu and Melissa decided on the dresses. Melissa had the sea foam green one and the lavender one went to Lulu. She stepped down from the window seat and prepared to get ready.

Skye was outside and already ready as well. Skye was matron of honor and in a festive light blue dress. Outside the door, Emily could hear Skye asking about Tyler and Madison. It pained Skye to get away from her children, Emily's godchildren so. They were so adorable and the apples of their parents eyes as well as their godparents.

Emily smiled as Elizabeth worked with her hair, curling it. Maybe she'd be there one day, not anytime soon, Lucky realized that, but sometime she'd know how it felt. But that was another day, one step before children, marriage.

After her hair was curled and her make up on, Emily put on the wedding dress and after a bit more detailing with the hair, veil, jewelry and all those accessories, Emily was ready.

She fit into the shoes and stepped up to the large mirror to glance and perfect what she didn't think was perfect. But when Emily looked at herself, it didn't look like herself at all. She just wasn't this innocent and go-lucky.

"Emily, you look gorgeous." Elizabeth swooned over her but Emily didn't look at Elizabeth or share her glory. Lulu and Melissa agreed, nodding eagerly, whispering to each other. Something along the lines of "Lucky is going to be so surprised!" that were Emily's guess anyway, she wasn't paying too much attention to them.

Emily wore an off the strap, white wedding dress that gave a little preview to her torso and a long skirt that went to her feet. It wasn't a puffy skirt, like some she saw, but pretty straight and shapelier. Diamonds at her ears and below her neck shined. Her face was simply done and her hair was placed on her head, surrounded by a tiara which held up the white, silky, translucent veil.

Skye was checking on the groom party so she could awe and oh, but in the end, Liz and each of the flower girls went to check up on the bouquets, to give Emily a minute.

Emily went over and plopped down on the window seat again to see wedding guests beginning to be sat in their respectful aisle and row. Everything was ready…well almost everything. The bride was beginning to have her doubts, maybe she was pushing things, went too extravagant.

A knock sounded on the door as Emily looked over at it. Across the room, Emily asked, "who is it?"

"It's Sonny, can I come in?" His voice floated through the dark, heavy oak door.

Emily thought on it for a moment. Why not? She thought and yelled for him to come in. The door opened and he stepped inside, in a black suit.

"Hey, there's the bride." Sonny greeted her. "Everybody is talking about you." He opened up conversation.

"Anything good?" Emily put on a small smile and made conversation.

"Nothing bad, just how happy they are for you and Lucky, that this is a marriage that will last, you know, things beyond that line." Sonny went and sat across from her on the window seat.

"Visit your future son-in-law yet?" Emily implied.

Sonny broke out in a small grin. "Yeah, I have. I have made all my threats and such as to if the worst happens but I don't think it will come down to them." Sonny told her. "He looks sharp though, a ready groom to start a whole new life with the woman he loves and always will love."

Emily's gaze switched from him to the window again. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, sensing internal trouble, taking her hand to gain her attention.

Emily looked down at the touch and shook her head. "It's nothing." Emily stood up and broke their contact. She circled to the mirror again. "It's just…this isn't me. I look so fake and artificial. I don't dress like this, I don't…I just don't." Emily confessed.

Sonny got up and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Emily, I know how you feel. When you stand in front of a mirror and analyze this whole assemble, it does look a little fake and artificial. It's just so big and formal, definitely not you. But think of what it symbolizes, a new life, a new beginning, and a happy ending. It's what you have wanted and have deserved for so long, so think not of the fraud you feel like, think of your future, kids, holidays, anniversaries, birthdays." Sonny insisted, using his own experiences, looking back slightly.

Emily smiled. "Your right, happy ending, a phrase I thought that would never happen to me." Now the bride was happier.