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Thirteen chapters and I haven't begun to portray the pain that resulted in this heart wrenching story. Thirteen is an unlucky number for a reason.
Lights on wires gave the party a blue glow. Fireflies danced around the trees and a faint breeze ruffled the skirts of guest and table clothes. It was the night before the wedding that would be the talk of town, a vivid history lesson, the beginning of a tragic love story, and heart warming memory. Young Beatrice had finally grown up and was getting married.
A screen made of a metal frame and white sheets separated the bride's party from the grooms cleverly. Beatrice danced with her cousins holding firmly to their arms as they ran in a giant circle. A band played on a high rise stage painted a dull gold with oak floors.
"Beatrice come here!"
Kit Snicket in robin blue rearranged the swan shaped glasses. Beatrice released her two cousins and hurried towards Kit in a cascade of brown curls and pure plum skirts. The pianist banged away on the worn yellow keys.
"You rang Kit Snicket?" Beatrice inquired fixing her bow and flashing Kit a loving smile. "Your mother told me to tell you not to get worried that she would be a little late to the party." "Why?" Beatrice asked her mother was rarely late to anything, "Oh she said she was trapped in some serious traffic on the trolley due to the baby boom down town, the storks are in overload." Beatrice nodded, "I just hoped she gets here, you know I've been gone for weeks on end at college." Beatrice used quoted for college. "You are something else." Kit had her a swan cup full of tongue blackening punch.
Someone tapped Beatrice on the shoulder, she smiling turned to see the most eye popping, blood curdling, orange in her life. "I know what you must be thinking, WOW! I could never pull off this fruit inspired dress like the famous actress that beams before me!" The woman cried clapping her neon orange nails together. Beatrice remembered the woman they had played the bells together, mountain climbed, painted homes green, created ice cream, put together Chinese puzzles…no wait. "Um…" They had just played the bells together.
Beatrice tried to look serious but it was hard to in the presents of a giant orange! A violin interrupted the awkward moment it was on stage.
"Excuse me!" Beatrice forced the words out of her mouth before ducking out of the woman's way and bouncing over to the crowding area in front of the stage. The Baudelaire's son had smartly got on stage to play in order to see the woman he loved. Sleeves rolled up, tie undone he jumped to the melody of his own song. His mother had climbed up on the stage scolded him before casting aside the old pianist to play.
Everyone in both parties had gather around merrily clapping a steady beat. Beatrice pushed some girls out of the way to get closer look of her husband to be. He caught her eyes and gave her the smile she had fallen in love with. She leaned against the metal frame and felt like her like her life couldn't get any better.
"Hello my dear."
Beatrice barely heard the voice before she found the face, being in the very front of the crowd she was at the edge of the divider and could easily peek in and see the boys party. Uncle Monty grinned at her from the other side his right hand in his vest pocket rolling a gold pocket watch around in his fingers.
"Hello Monty!" Beatrice said absently tugging at a curl. He looked out of the corner of his eye at her as he carefully faced the stage. "My dear I have a bit of a favor to ask of you. I do hope you do not think it to much to ask at a time like this." Monty frowned as if to say I don't want to burden you. "No ask me anything!" Beatrice held her hands behind her back. "Well me reptiles back in the lab-" "Say no more if there are reptiles in danger and I am there!" Beatrice held out her hand, "Let's boggy!" She laughed, "You sure?" Monty asked, 'I'll be back in time, no one will even know I'm gone!" Monty took her hand.
He figured no one would…and no one did…