Chapter 7
"You were amazing," I heard a voice from behind me state.
It couldn't be. And yet when I turned around there stood Molly still in her Wedding dress hand-in-hand with her new husband Abenner.
"Thank you," I managed to spit out after overcoming my shock, "But what are you doing here?"
Molly shifted awkwardly and turned to Abenner for support. I don't think I've ever seen my sister that un-composed in my life. Abenner slipped his hand out of Molly's and placed his arm around her instead. This gesture seemed to give Molly the courage she needed.
"I realized that the entire wedding felt like there was an important piece missing. It took me halfway through, but I realized it was my sister. I'm so sorry for the things I said to you…and for not inviting you to the wedding and just being a horrible sister. You were always there to support me and I was so selfish. Will you please come to the reception?"
This was the last thing that I was expecting to happen today. I thought for sure that my relationship with my sister was demolished.
"I would love to, but I can't just ditch Adelaide," I replied, realizing that my sister may have forgiven me for leaving but I'm still a lesbian and very deeply in love with my girlfriend.
"She is invited as well, of course," Abenner replied with a smile.
"Thank you, but is the rest of your family going to be as welcoming?" Adelaide asked the million dollar question.
This was apparently something neither of them were thinking about because it threw them off guard.
"Dad is going to throw a fit if we show up, not to mention what Aunt Fleur will do. She thinks we have already contaminated her kids: as if homosexuality is a disease you could catch," I replied, not realizing truly how upset I really was over the matter until the words had come out.
I just couldn't believe that people in my own family would be so judgmental. It's not as if I chose to be in love with Adelaide instead of a guy. Love chooses you. Seriously why would I choose something that automatically means people will hate me and/or think less of me?
"It is our wedding. It is up to Abenner and I as to who is there. I will let them have an earful if they so much as look at you two the wrong way," Molly promised, looking sincere, "It would really mean the world to me if you came. I only get one sister and I have wasted so much time being mad at you."
I was thinking about what to reply when my thoughts were interrupted by Adelaide's phone ringing.
"Sorry guys, it is our manager. I have to take this," Adelaide excused herself and walked outside to take the call.
"She is really great. I know I was being stubborn and ignorant and entitled yesterday. I still don't understand your sexuality or how you can be attracted to a girl. I will promise to try though. You're my sister and that is reason enough."
"You have no idea how much that means to me," I replied, trying to keep the tears at bay and pulling her into a hug, "Adelaide and I will come to the reception."
"Thank you."
Adelaide came back in a few seconds later looking frazzled.
"What's going on Adele?" I grabbed her hand to try to calm her down a little.
"We have to be in Dallas for a concert tomorrow night. One of the bands that was going to play had to cancel and so we were booked instead," Adelaide explained, "I tried to see if there was anyway around it, but Mark is insisting that with our new album coming out soon we must go to help promote it. We have a flight at 12:30 tonight."
"That will give us a little time to go to the reception and then catch a cab to the airport." I started going over the things that needed to be done in my head.
"Nonsense," Uncle Harry protested, "Two of us will apparate you there."
"And I know you are going over everything that needs to be done in your head. We will pack with magic. Let's just go enjoy some time at the reception," my mom stated, coming over and ruffling my hair.
We did just as my mother stated. There were, of course, many shocked reactions when we all arrived together. I managed to evade my father and Aunt Fleur all through dinner fortunately. It wasn't until Adelaide and I started slow dancing together that things took a turn for the worse.
"I can not believe you are doing that in front of my children." Aunt Fleur appeared out of nowhere to state.
"Oh leave them alone." Aunt Hermione also appeared out of the crowd.
"Why should I when the two of them are here actively corrupting my children. Next thing you know they will start making out in the middle of the dance floor. It is disgusting."
"They are doing nothing wrong, are we really going to go on about this in the middle of their wedding reception?" my mom asked, coming out of the people dancing as well.
"Yes we are going to go on about this!" Aunt Fleur replied, crossing her arms on her chest but not looking as confident without anyone around to back her up.
"Please mum, not here," Louis stated coming up with Dominique and Victoire.
"Yeah mum, it's bad taste to do this in the middle of Molly and Abenner's wedding reception. Can't you just keep your opinion to yourself for a little while longer?" Victoire pleaded.
"I think mum has the right to say what she feels. I don't like to see Lucy and Adelaide dancing together either," Dominique stated shocking me.
Dominique and I were never really close growing up, but she had often been around when I hung out with Victoire. We used to have so much fun together and she even once told me that she looked up to me. Clearly things had changed though, if not just from her words but from the face she was making that looked like she had just smelled some foul odor.
"Oh God, you too?" Victoire asked turning toward her sister, "Has mum really brainwashed you?"
"I am not brainwashed thank you very much!" Dominique replied, copying her Aunt Fleur's posture with her arms crossed.
"Well you don't have to worry about them corrupting your family! I'm already married, to a man I might add, and clearly you have done quite the job on Dominique here," Victoire replied, rolling her eyes.
"There is still Louis!" Oh if only she knew.
Adelaide and I both looked over to Louis who looked immensely uncomfortable.
"He is still young and impressionable!"
"I am not mum!" Louis protested, "Please can we just drop this. They are not going to change me."
"How do I know that? I want them to leave so that we can all go on and enjoy the reception!"
"Mum, the majority of people seem to be enjoying the reception. It is a very select few of you that have a problem with this!" Victoire glared at her mother.
"Well that's because a lot of them don't have kids to worry about getting the wrong idea from all of this! Poor young Louis here-"
"I'm not going to get the wrong idea mother! I'm not that young and it really does not make a difference! I already know I'm gay!"