“Mum, Dad, Curtis and I, were getting married.”
“About time, goodness knows we have been waiting for you tell us this since the day you two met.”
“Yes, but first I want to know what happened to your arm.”
“It was an accident mum, don’t worry I am fine, I could not be happier.”
“Does this mean you no longer need the flat, I can rent it out?”
“I’m kidding, we could not be happier.”
Her parents were happy, his mother was happy too, and all they wanted to do was start planning things. First a date, the dress, the cake, everything, Jessica was not against it, but once the mothers met the only thing she had a choice of was the dress, she did not mind, she wanted everyone to be happy.
Her brothers were not shocked either. They had both hugged her and told her they were happy for them.
The invitations were sent out. The church booked, flowers ordered and cake tasting was done. They choose a three tier cake, each tier a different flavour, one was her favourite, chocolate, Curtis chose Vitoria sponge. Lastly the last tier their mother’s favourite, a fruit cake. Rich in flavour, and covered in marzipan and white icing, each tier covered in white rich icing.
Neither of them wanted the standard bride and groom on the top of the cake, instead the opted for two horse shoes.
The wedding was less than a month, and last thing to be organised was the stag and hen party.
It was decided that she would move in with him after the wedding, even though they had already spent a night together, for their parents, they waited.
“So, have the guys organised a fun night for you?”
“A night out at the casino, so they tell me.”
“Wow, is that your kind of thing?”
“I dabbled in my younger years, so one night of betting, could be fun.”
“Here I was expecting, a club with strippers, that is exactly what my friends have organised,” she said, looking at his face. “Not that I suggested it, besides the only man I want is you, but I can look.”
“Look, as long as that is all you do.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do, I was not sure how you would take strippers, I think there may be a few there, I just don’t know.”
Jessica stood on the pathway, with Amy, who had organised the whole night.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
Once inside the car, Amy had handed her a head band with the words ‘bride to be’ on, she wore a pair with ‘hen party’. When they arrived at the club, she handed a set to all her friends, both her mum and his mum were there too, and had a set on too, mother of the bride and mother of the groom.
The music was loud, the seats filled and the stage set. Jessica was nervous; she had no idea what they had in store for her. Other than strippers, she had never in her life been to a show, or even thought about it.
An hour into the show, Jessica had a few drinks, and was beckoned on stage; this was about her and the man dancing before her. Her nerves grew as he shook his body and bits at her. She had no idea where to look; he then placed a blind fold around her eyes.
She swallowed, with all her friends and the mothers watching, she had no idea what was about to happen. All except the cheers and whoops that filled the room, what was happening? She had no idea, but she could feel him close to her, with a smile on her face, this was more from the nerves she felt, and the goose pimples that went up and down her arms.
The blindfold was removed and she was centre to all the men as they continued their routine.
Before they knew it, the night was over, the show was done, the party was over. Jessica was not ready to stop, nor was some of the other girls and decided to take it to a club to dance until the early hours. Something she had not done in a while, and she loved to dance, now she was on the dance floor, moving to the beat, and there on the dance floor was the man she was about to marry. He was at her side, pulling her into his arms.
“Fancy meeting you here. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes, but I am so glad you are here.”
“Yes,” he said and kissed her.
“Hey you two, come on, you know it’s not right to see the bride before the wedding,” Amy joked.
They danced until the early hours, parting with a mind blowing kiss. Her thoughts turned to getting ready for the wedding, and walking down the aisle and becoming Mrs.Lucas.
The dress hung on the back of the door, she sat on her bed, staring at it, and she was wearing a dressing gown. The two mothers were there, sat at the table, drinking tea, and talking about the day, it seemed so surreal to Jessica that this was happening, that both their mums were here watching her get ready. Her make-up and a nails were done.
“Shall we get this dress on, come on, we have a wedding to get you to.”
“You don’t think I am going to change my mind do you?”
“No, I don’t, but I don’t want you to be late,” his mother said.
“Isn’t the bride meant to be late,” her mother said.
“True, but I wanted to see you in it, before I go to my sons.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
She took a deep breath and with her mother’s help, she stepped into the white laced dress, it hung perfectly on her. The bodice laced up, her shoes on she stood before the mothers, who both had tears in her eyes.
“Stop it, or you will make me start and I will have to re-do my make-up.”
“Sorry,” they both said, together.
His mother left half an hour later, and then she was alone with her own mother and Amy, ready to leave and be driven to the church.
And then she was in the car, she saw nothing on the drive there, and before she knew it she was outside the church stood on the pavement. She wondered if had turned up, of course he had, she was worrying for nothing.
The music played inside, her father was stood beside her ready to walk her down the aisle. She did not look at the perfectly picked flowers that were decorating each pew, or the flowers that stood at each end. Her eyes were on him and Curtis only, he was looking down at her, his smile wide, hers matched.
Her father led her down until she was by his side, each step taking her closer to becoming Mrs.Lucas. Her eyes were wide, her heart beating faster, her mouth was dry, the vows she had written, she suddenly forgotten. Not a word came to her mind, but she did not care, when he took her hand and the ceremony began. She only had eyes for the man before her, and that was all she cared about as they were announced husband and wife.
“Mrs.Lucas,” Curtis said, before he kissed her the church erupted into cheers.