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Chapter 22: Epilogue.
The next visit to the doctor held another depression answer. She was still not pregnant, no matter what they tried. 'Maybe this is for the best,' she thought. 'At least it will give us time to think, perhaps even get married.' "Hey Rae, does this tie match my outfit?"
"My lord, Gar." She was grumpy because of the bridesmaid dress she had been forced to wear. It was a light, Easter-colored salmon. Salmon was a shade of pink, face the facts. It wasn't only the color that bugged her, the dress also had frills. Rachel Roth was not the type of girl to ever wear pink, frilly dresses. "You're worst then Kori, and it's her wedding day."
"I just want to make sure I look good for Kori's wedding." Gar pouted as Rachel fixed his tie. "He is a pretty close friend, after all."
"So," she muttered. "Kori's been my best friend for years, and I'm not looking for the perfect outfit."
"What do you think of the tie," he asked again. She scoffed at him, shaking her head. "It's one of my absolute favorites."
"It looks horrible on you." The tie looked quite good on him, but she wasn't about to give him a complement that easily.
He pouted, "why?"
"It's so luminescent that people will be looking at you instead of Kori." He wasn't quite sure whether she was complimenting him or not, but it didn't stop him from smiling. "She would be very upset, if that happened."
"Nah," he smiled. "My cute butt is what will be distracting people."
She was almost smiling. 'Should I let one slip?' A moment of deep thought followed. 'No, I'll save my smile for Kori's wedding.' "I doubt it."
Kori giggled nervously into the mirror. 'Am I doing the right thing,' she wondered. 'Is he the person I want to spend the rest of my life with?' If they had to get a divorce, she would be suffering from a extreme broken heart. "I'm a little bit nervous."
Rachel softly helped her into the very complicated dress. The dress she picked had many layers, so it wasn't about to slide on without a fight. A trickle of sweat spilled though her purple locks and down her forehead, as she gave a final tug at the white gown. "You love Richard, don't you?"
She admired herself in the mirror. 'I hope Richard finds this nice-looking enough.' "More than anything. I would do anything for him."
"Good," Rachel smiled at her. The smile felt strange on her face, but it was well worth it. "Then, you are doing the right thing."
"You're right, Friend." She slipped her feet into white shoes.
"Even if things don't go the way you planned," she frowned. "It's better to have love and lost, then never to have loved at all."
"I never recognized your hopelessness of romanticism." This made Rachel grimace. Was she losing her touch?
"I'm not a hopeless romantic," she scowled. "I read it from a book once."
"But, you appreciated the words enough to commit them to memory," she laughed. "Have you not? Do not feel ashamed! Being romantic is not a cause for unhappiness ."
"We better get going." Rachel checked her watch. Truthfully, the ceremony would not begin for quite some time, but she wanted to get out of the conversation. If Gar found out about this conversation, he would never let her here the end of it. "You don't want to be late."
"It is that late already?" With a quick bounce, she hopped off the platform in front of the mirror. "I do not wish to be late. Time is certainly moving hastily today."
Apart of her felt extremely for lying to Kori like that. It just didn't seem right. "I wouldn't be in to much of a rush. Garfield is probably still primping his face, knowing him."
"You are happy with him, correct?" The redheads eyes sparkled. She and Rachel used to talk to each other, but ever since they began relationships, they began to drift apart. "You seem to be quite pleased lately."
She blushed slightly, "I have never been happier."
"I'm glad," Kori smiled. "Nobody deserves happiness more than you."
"Alright," she grumbled. "Let's stop being so gooey with each other."
"You have been my best friend for a long time," she interrupted. "Things will be different now that I'm getting married, but I hope that we will not do the drifting anymore than we already have. I wanted to thank you for your great friendship."
Kori leaned forward to squish her into a hug. Even she, Rachel Roth, was terrified of her friends hug's. Pain shot through her neck as they embraced. "Please, Kori. I think you're going to kill me."
"My apologizes, Friend Rachel." She did another quick lick of mascara before turning towards the door. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah," she muttered.
They walked into the hallway where some of the boys were assembled. The wedding planner ran back and forth, arranging all the people as if they were Barbie dolls. "Alright Miss. Roth. You're the Maid of Honor, right?"
"Yeah," she growled. "I know where I go."
Gar would walk her into the main part of the outdoor stage, where the man performing the wedding stood. She would walk to the left, and Gar would walk to the right. There was absolutely nothing to it. "Ya' ready, Rae."
"Of course I am." She glanced at him curiously. 'What is he getting at? "It isn't like it's my own wedding."
"Our wedding will be soon." He gave her one of his glistening smiles. "Will you be nervous then?"
"Alright," the planner shouted. "Begin now."
She began to slowly walk into the main part of the outdoor building. Their was a incredibly large number of people squished inside. Most of them were from Kori's home, and a few were there to see Richard. Gar whispered in her ear as they turned, "See ye' later, Rae."
Victor stood at the top of the stadium. He got the position as best man from Richard, but she was surprised to find that he had a fat lip. The flesh around his eye was swollen the size of a obese watermelon. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I played a little trick on Rich," he whispered. "I managed to convince him that he was under a curse, it was great sabotage material."
"The music played and Kori walked down the isle. The redhead loved the attention, she could tell. 'I definitely need to tell Gar that I want a small wedding.' "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Rachel could hear them talk, but she wasn't paying any attention to the ceremony at all. Her eyes were focused on Gar's now serious-looking face. "Girl," Victor bugged. "You probably want to pay attention.
He must have sensed her gaze because Garfield was now looking back at her. His stare still made her stomach flip over, his touch still gave her butterflies in her stomach and his warmth still gave her comfort. She hadn't heard a word Victor nor the conductor of the ceremony had said. "What?"
She loved him more than life itself, and she knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She mouthed to him, "I love you."
With a blushing smile, he smiled at her. "I love you too."
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