Snippet 9-2-07 'Max's tears at Wedding' Response
She was bored.
Bored and annoyed.
Honestly, did he really think that wanna-be was right for their family?
The enthusiastic smiles, the doe eyes, the pure devotion that shined in them…
She wasn't suited for their life. If anything proved it, it was that dress, all the frills and excess, it flashed her right back to the 80's. Certainly not the 21st century. Vintage Galliano, Versace, Channel, those were acceptable, not 1980's Jersey.
The minister continued to go on and on and she fought the impulse to spin her hand and urge him to speed it up.
Oh and her son…
She kept the forced, tender smile on her lips as she listened to him begin to drone on and wondered how exactly he had grown up in their household, she knew that nanny had coddled him too much.
She had to look down and smooth out a non-existent wrinkle on her dress as the girl proved just how annoying she would be in their family as she talked about building bridges.
Oh she'd build her one alright, a nice long one that would end in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
'By the power vested in me…'
Oh thank god it was over, if she had to hear another word about angels, while staring at that god awful dress with the half sleeves…
She turned to swing her gaze over the crowd as they finished their kiss, her expression infinitely heartfelt that would appear genuine to all, but her few close friends.
Her face paused as she startled, catching sight of her husband's nephew's date blotting her eyes with a tissue, looking markedly out of place with such an incorrect act. Cry upwards, blot lightly, lessons that one learned at 16…Though perhaps she had a few more months left before she truly missed that developmental milestone.
She was beautiful though.
Exquisite in fact. A raw, untouched beauty.
Cynical and hard though, that had been her first impression of the young girl.
She wasn't naïve.
There was just a small part of her that still believed.
It reminded her of when she married Jonas. The unconscious belief that somehow it would be different for them.
It wasn't though, it never was.
Just for a few seconds sometimes, you got to believe.
It would always end in heartache. In fights, mistresses, work, life…
But those few seconds when things truly seemed possible…
The clouds parted, the sunshine beat down on you…
Those few seconds were bliss.
She'd been staring too long, just a few seconds, but too long if anyone saw her, noticed the smile on her face as one of longing, bittersweet.
She turned back, Bennett and Marianne were joyous, oblivious, caught up in their moment, unaware of the monumental mistake they had just made and just to their side, Logan looked like a deer caught in the headlights or more appropriately with that hair, electrocuted. Panicked, confused, shocked…
Her smile turned into a smirk in that moment of true amusement as she turned her cheek to receive her husband's congratulatory kiss and she let out an airy chuckle before wondering if she'd ever have a moment like that again.