Bridal Ventures
"Taxiii" she yelled as she clutched her fancy white long dress that had been sweeping the streets when she had ran from the church.
Robbin held the side of her dress revealing her lower legs, to accommodate herself better for approaching the taxis, running in the middle of the street in the mid day, when the clouds couldn't decide whether to cover the sun rays or not.
Like those stupid 4 inch pencil heels weren't bad enough.
She held her matching white clutch tightly in the other hand that she had bought with the dress from her maternal aunt's boutique. For it carried all the money, her cards and her cell phone.
Oh she was one prepared bride to run away.
Finally a black and yellow taxi stopped in front of her with a loud screech. When Robbin realized she was being watched by the amused by passers she showed them the finger, rolled her eyes and picking the falls of her multiple layered sleeveless dress recklessly she opened the door of the back seat of the taxi and sat as she stuffed her dress inside the vehicle and banged the door close.
" 24th Parksville" she breathed exhaustingly and yanked her fancy headpiece off of her hair and threw it on the seat.
The taxi driver just smiled at her through the rear mirror in agreement and let out a muffled laugh seeing a mad woman dressed as a bride.
"What?" she annoyingly asked. She wasn't being amused right now.
The loose strands of her fancy hairstyle flew behind her due to the windy air coming in through the half rolled window, as her hand rested on the side of her head.
She knew running around the city in a fancy dress wasn't something the people of Silverine were used to seeing. But it wasn't funny and she couldn't care less.
Why people just couldn't mind their own business? To hell with them!
She had bigger problems to deal with.
While the taxi driver roamed around the streets of Silverine among buildings of all sizes, trying to find the address Robbin had given him, her brain popped an idea that she might want to inform that friend of hers whose residence she was soon to approach.
Abusing the touch screen of her phone Robbin repeatedly dialed the engaged number of Amber and mentally cursed her friend who wasn't aware of her friend in need.
The taxi had entered and exited numerous streets in order to find the absurd unheard address this crazed woman had ordered him to take her. While Robbin's patience was reaching its end her phone rang and she sighed a relief seeing Amber's goofy picture flashing on the screen.
"Where the hell are you??" Robbin scolded her clueless friend.
"what? Where are YOU?" Amber asked confused, as she finished putting her matching heels on, with the sky-blue bridesmaid dress, as she heard the distracting street noises.
"don't leave your house, I'm coming there in about ten minutes" Robbin hurriedly said without letting her extremely confused friend speculate any further.
Before Amber opened her mouth to react to this surprise Robbin had hung up on her.
Amber looked at her phone in shock, not being able to believe the nerve of her friend.
What was she up to now?
She looked at herself all dressed up for the wedding, not being able to decide whether to change or not. Amber trying to comprehend the turn of the events and tried to figure out what just had happened really did happen or was she hallucinating.
With Robbin anything and everything was expected.
Amber's mind was still tangled up in the confusion as to what Robbin's plans might be, when she heard the door bell rang. It continued to ring until Amber covered the distance in fast pace.
The frequency of the ringing of the bell talked of urgency.
"Robbin?"
________
"You may now kiss the bride" the priest dressed in a spotless white robe announced. His face was lined with the warmth radiating for the start of the something new and his eyes spoke of blessings and wishes that he had showered upon the newly weds.
The man dressed in a classic black tux, hair slicked back, clean shaven, closed his eyes and moved closer to kiss the girl whose hand he had been holding for the last couple of minutes.
He was counting the minutes till all the rituals of this ceremony finished so he could take her home, forever to keep.
He moved forward and pouted his lips slightly hoping to taste the juicy peachy lips of his new bride.
Only to kiss thin air and be slapped by her absence.
As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a loud gasp from the crowd.
His bride was gone.
Did she just disappear into thin air? Did she teleport to a parallel universe? Did the air just swallow her?
All the bizarre questions popped one after the other.
The very relaxed Christopher was now sweating the beads of stress. The order and discipline of the church had been shattered and the huge crowd in the shadow of the crucifix was now echoing with the hustle bustle of the attendees.
The crowd had started to wonder about the bride's sudden disappearance.
Christopher tried to dial her number but like always her phone was engaged. His nerves were on the verge of exploding and here were all these random guests who were balking like chickens trapped in a tiny house, restless to run on the streets. Except these people were balk-balking out of curiosity as to where the newly wedded bride flew away.
The priest silently read something smiling on the wooden rosary and walked out of the main hall into the sacristy.
Christopher looked up at the humble image of the crucifix which shone in the bright sun rays and shook his head at his disaster of a wedding.
Oh dear god.
______
She ran across the street during the rush hour, almost getting hit by a dark blue car. Robbin almost dropped her extra large coffee and barely made it to the other end of street.
She didn't have the patience to wait for the pedestrian signal to cross the street neither did she have the time.
She had missed her alarms and the long line at the coffee shop only added to her frustration, and now she was late for an important meeting.
Robbin ran to her high rise office building and as she was about to open the door she heard a girl scream.
"Taxiii"
She turned around and saw a girl dressed in a white bridal dress, frustrated with the amount of fabric wrapped around her, standing in the middle of the street trying to get a hold of a vehicle that would come to her rescue, so she could get away from the chaos she had created in the form of cars that were now running in every direction.
Robbin smiled and remembered herself when she had landed herself in the same situation months ago.
She shook her head at how crazy it sounded when she looked back at time but it happened for real, and she had done it.
A smile of accomplishment flashed across her face and all those days that she had spent after that glimpsed before her eyes.
The minute when Amber opened the door and remained in that bridesmaid's dress for hours not being able to come out of the shock and her numerous failed attempts at convincing her dear friend to return to her wedding. The days they spent goofing around after that trying to find a new place for Robbin and recklessly driving on the streets of Silverine after midnight when they would simply get high on orange juice. That time when Amber wouldn't let Robbin go when she decided to move out of city just for the sake of exploring, and of course Robbin's first chaotic day at her new job.
New job.
Shit. Meeting. Oh Crap.
As soon as she was brought out of her reverie she rushed inside the building. The delayed arrival of the elevator obviously increased her frustration.
The meeting wasn't as bad as she had anticipated but from the shifty looks of her boss she knew he wasn't too pleased with her.
Oh well, she was doing her best. That man was born to define grumpy.
As everyone rushed out of the conference room, Robbin quickly shoved her belongings in her brown leather messenger bag and left the building to have some fresh air. These meetings were always too heavy for Robbin to breathe in.
Like always she was in a rush and bumped into someone unexpected upon exiting the building.
"Robbin?" he said out of surprise, shock and perhaps somewhat of excitement.
"Christ-o-pher?" she said with a twisted lip and a raised confused eyebrow, not sure if it was the same guy she dumped months ago at his wedding, correction their wedding.
"how have you been?" he tried to be polite, not being sure of how to approach the bubbling questions in his head about her sudden disappearance.
"em.fine..you?' she wasn't sure of how she could fake the happiness or any kind of interest. To be honest there was no feeling in her regarding this man.
He was nice, kind and fun to be with, but maybe she just wasn't ready for the marriage or maybe she wasn't the wife material. And maybe she only realized this when she was almost completely married to him.
Sometimes that bulb in the head lights at the wrong time.
Better late than never.
The two ended up at a coffee shop near her office building, Robbin tried not to tell him much about herself, basically throughout the hours she only kept her eyes on the wall clock behind his head.
When would this man shut up.
For some odd reason he seemed very interested in her. Shouldn't he avoid her at all costs, and never want to see her again and all? Robbin wondered.
What kind of a man was he? yapping like a wild duck in front of his almost married bride who ditched him on the last minute. Right before the supposedly delightful kiss.
Oh that must have felt hard.
Robbin couldn't help but muffle a laugh imagining his situation in front of the priest when he was all ready to kiss his invisible bride.
Oh the embarrassment.
The time at the coffee shop with her almost-husband which didn't seem to pass had passed by.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon without even realizing their interaction had started to grow and oddly enough Robbin wasn't trying to avoid him.
Even odder, Christopher wasn't enraged, in fact he had started to see her in a completely new light.
Sometimes you just have to follow your inner light, and eventually things fit into place where they belong.
comment:
p_commentcount