“Okay bride, be careful with my wrists so I wouldn’t lose a prospective boyfriend because I have bruised wrists” Sarah said, trying to fall in step with the over excited bride to be
“Funny”
“Hold up, have you told your mum yet?”
“Not yet. She wasn’t around when I got home. Gabe said she took a change of clothes to dad at his office. We’d tell her tomorrow morning” she continued dragging her friend by her wrists.
“Okay, that sounds good. Oooow! That hurts, be careful really” Sarah winced, releasing her hands from her friend’s grasp.
“Sorry oldie,” Debra replied, sticking her tongue out at her friend. “ you know, I was thinking about a body hugging dress with lace embroideries at the neckline and sleeves with a really long lacy train attached to the dress following my every step as I walk down that isle, with Daniel waiting for me at the altar; all smiles…. Hmmmm” she plopped on their bed after closing the door to their room, Sarah trailing behind her
“What do you think? Wouldn’t it be so beautiful? Lots of flowers; roses of different colours, everywhere smelling nice, family and well-wishers smiling and waving at us, mum would probably be dabbing at the tears on her face with her silk kerchief and dad would be acting all mature and manly and, and.…” Sarah joined her on the bed, scooting closer to her