Chapter Two: The Wedding DressA Chapter by Lonnie Paul JohnsonZack is compel by his father to help his soon to be step-mother with the planning of the wedding.Vivian graduated at the end of the
school year and was accepted into college with a basketball scholarship. During the summer she worked part time at a
local burger joint and continuing going out with her boyfriend, Jack. Zackary is happy that Vivian is back in his
life, but just friends. They
communicated only by texting and emailing, he would occasionally visit her
place of employment to buy a burger so he can see a glimpse of her. But his
time wasn’t idle dreaming about Vivian, he worked at his father’s dealership
doing odd jobs. He is also preparing for
the major summer event Paul his father, marriage ceremony to the youthful
minister Joann. A few weeks earlier, he and his
sister were shocked to learn that he was dating Joann. Before that announcement could sink in he declared
with joy they are going to get married.
She is young enough to be his daughter, which raised a few
eyebrows. Zackary was surprise by Betty
his mother reaction of the upcoming nuptials getting intoxicated and crying. He remembers the arguing and shouting, she is
expressing to her friends how she hated him, “what did I saw in him in the
first place,” she would say. “That no
good…” (Sometimes there are few choice curst words that come after that
statement) and the word that sum it all up “MEN!” Paul is sparing no expense for his
second wedding, leasing a fleet of limo and having a 5 star hotel catering the
reception, a well-known pastry chef is making the huge wedding cake. The ceremony will be held at Joann church,
City of But Zackary notes this important
project date approaching keeps picturing in his mind a plastic picture frame. It’s located on his mother’s dresser behind
other framed photos of the family, it’s the only snapshot of Betty and Paul on
their wedding day. The photo was taken over twenty
years ago, the color is fading slightly.
The lighting in the picture is poor, showing a skinny Betty dress in a
basic peach suit and Paul wearing a black suit that did not fit him. His mother told him the story many times
about that snapshot, they were high school sweethearts and wanting to get
married. He just started a job at the
car dealership as a car detailer making minimum wage. They did not have the money to have a fancy wedding,
but she would not shack up with him (living together without being married) so
they went to the Justice of The Peace.
Betty mother put together at her home a party to celebrate their
marriage and SNAP! the photo was taken with a 35mm instamatic camera. He has always wondered why his
mother kept the picture visible even after the divorce. That cheap frame with that picture had a
permanent spot on her dresser. The photo
gave hope to Zackary that by some kind of miracle the family could be put back
together. But Paul huge wedding looming
all hope for that is gone. For Zackary imagination
that photo has become a relic of a lost city never to be found no matter how
hard you search for it. Alice, Zackary sister, kept her promise,
refusing to be part of the wedding, “I do not plan to wear an ugly bridesmaid
dress for that gold digging, fake minister skank…” she rants using expletives,
but she will attend the service for her daddy’s sake. Zackary agreed to be his father’s best man at
the wedding ceremony. Paul worked long hours as a sales
manager at the car dealership, making him not available to be with his young fiancée
planning the ceremony. He recruited his
son to stand in his place accompanying Joann from store to designer
boutiques. At first he felt weird going around
town with his soon to be step-mother, but she did not look like a woman almost
30 years old, the shape of her body and the style of her hair with the
freshness of her face she appeared to many as a young adult. Stepping inside retail stores the clerks
assume they are the young couple getting married, she would have to correct
them each time. Zackary anticipated back
of his mind that Joann would be like most brides planning their wedding totally
focus on getting what they want. It did
not matter if you have to hurt feelings or be rude, it was all about the
mission. But to his surprise Joann is
pleasant and thoughtful of others around her and gracious to the clerks helping
her. She is patience with her
bridesmaids trying to choose the right dress they all can agree, some wanted a
dress to be like a gown, other like it to be short above the knee, show more
skin and off the shoulder. Joann took it
in stride, which took days to resolve, she even has tolerance with Paul when
she calls and tell what progress she making and he has not fully paying
attention. Joann doesn’t get upset or is
visibly frustrated about anything, Zackary is amaze. She would take Zackary for meals thank him
for accompanying her so she would not be lone running errands for this wedding. “Thank you Zack for being the
perfect gentleman and so patience with me,” said Joann in her silky smooth
voice with a sparkling smile making Zackary feel like a 10 foot tall boy scout
very proud. He enjoyed going out with Joann
getting everything together for her big day, but he did not express his feeling
with his father and especially with his mother or sister. He kept it hidden only showing an attitude of
unemotional duty to his father doing the obligations as best man. The wedding project is coming together
smoothly. The next thing is choosing the
wedding dress that should be easy Zackary thought. Just pick up a white gown off the rack, get
it fitted, a simple process. Three hours, 180 minutes, yes
Zackary counted as four women are trying to decide the right dress for Joann at
this elegant wedding dress shop. Bonnie
the maid of honor, Joann best friend, Mrs. Harper is playing the role of mother
of the bride, she is the First Lady of the church. For Joann Mrs. Harper is as close to family
she has in town. The saleswoman, a
mature, slim frame perfect posture person tries to direct these women in
choosing the right dress with very little success. Zackary is baffled, why they cannot
grab a white something and go. The
length of time in the dress shop has turned this joyous event of three women
from two different generations coming together in celebration of womanhood and
ushering into the next phase of life to a war of wills. “You don’t have to be afraid to show a more skin
and those attractive shoulders. Their
nothing wrong showing the world a strong and beautiful woman,” express Bonnie. “Look! True beauty is on the inside not external
things, this outfit must reflex that you respect the significance of the
moment. Something a little more
traditional is always best,” answered Mrs. Harper Joann put on a dress that hugs the
body and is strapless giving her a sexy elegant hourglass look. “Yeah girl, that what I’m talking about,”
cheered Bonnie, Joann glance at Mrs. Harper as she is shaking her head
disapproving. She came out the dressing
room wearing another dress that cover her shoulders and arms in an ornamented
lace, a modest V cut, fitted her frame to the waist then it flair out in a
perfect loop on to the floor. The dress
has rolls and rolls of fabric and lace, “Mmmmm, that look real smart, very
pretty,” said Mrs. Harper inspect the outfit, Joann eyes pointed to Bonnie she
yarn with a disappointed smirk. Soon
Joann is weary of trying on dresses after dresses. It’s not a simple garment getting in and out,
each time the saleslady goes back in the dressing rooms, assisting her in
unbutton, zips up and adjust so she can view it right. The last dress Joann came out on to
be viewed she thought it was cute, but her companion hated it and express their
opinions loudly, even the saleslady quietly disapproves of that dress. Frustrated after trying on so many dresses
and not finding one that they all can agree on, she is at the point of picking anything
and then go home. Turning away from her
friend desperate and emotionally drained wanting to cry. ‘Picking a wedding dress shouldn’t be this
hard,’ she thought, then she notice Zackary sitting on the sofa, head laying on
the armrest watching them, very bored. “Zack,” he lifts his head up as
Joann spoke to him, “what’s your opinion?” Sitting up straight he did not know
how to answer, “Ulmm, ulmm,” he stammers shock that he is drawn into this
situation. “Oh he don’t know; He just kid,
I’ve bet been asleep the whole time; Leave him alone, we don’t have time for
this,” Her friend clamored, Joann raised a hand to quiet the ladies as she
jester for Zackary to come to her. She
took him by the hand, leading him to the rack of dresses. “You saw every dress I put on?” He nodded yes, “tell me which one did you
like, we are stuck here and I wanted another opinion like a man’s
viewpoint.” Joann know how to make a
person feel good about himself, Zackary knew he can give his opinion
confidently without getting his head bitten off. “Well I like the first dress.” Bonnie and Mrs. Harper glance at
each other, shaking their heads smirking, but Joann walked over to the rack to
examine the dress again as Zackary explained, “The style is an old world
classic look, I think it’s make you appear tall and slim, your shoulders are
covered but the arm is free. I think it’s
the best of both worlds and if you decide to keep the dress and years later
desire to renew your vows I think it’s a good chance that you will be fatter,
not so skinny.” “Opps, no he didn’t say that!”; “Yes
he did!” Zackary pause, Bonnie and Mrs. Harper
are chuckling, “the dress is forgiving and the best of all it can be a family
memento one day your daughter can wear it on her wedding day.” She never considered having a dress
that she could pass down to her children, enthusiastically she wanted to try it
on again hurrying to the dressing room as the saleswoman in hot pursuit behind
her. A few minutes later she came back
out wearing that dress viewing herself in the four way mirrors. She saw everything Zackary describe about it,
the decision is made she wanted the dress the saleswoman is overjoyed because
it the most expensive one on the rack. Mrs. Harper and Connie tired and
defeated strolled to the sofa to wait for Joann to finish purchasing the gown. Mrs. Harper sat rubbing her feet sore from
standing so long and Bonnie prop herself on the sofa arms somewhat relieved
this day is almost over. Mrs. Harper
viewing Zackary standing with hands in pocket grinning as he inspects the store
interior of Roman style columns and fancy vases filled with beautiful colored
silk flowers with artful mannequins displaying the latest styles of ceremonial
outfits. “Zackary, my boy,” called Mrs.
Harper, hearing her he steps closer to her, “I see you with your future
step-mother all the time, making me think that you’re the lucky man marrying my
girl, do your father ever see her?” She
laughs but is not laughing. “Oh well guess he sees her on dates
and stuff, but you know he work long hours because he the sales manager.” “Yes I know, but tell me something,
what you think about your father marrying Joann?” “Well, I guess it’s ok it’s what
they want to do.” “No, no, I want to know how you
feel about young Joann wedding your father.” Zackary is at a loss for words,
seeing that Mrs. Harper is digging for information, should he tell her that he
think it’s weird that this marriage is happening so fast. His sister, mother and the rest of the family
hates her, but he finds himself liking her.
Compare to dad’s previous girlfriends she is very plain in the face and
body, but when she speaks her words are kind and uplifting to the heart wanting
to hear more. When she preached the Word
of God, it come alive, he is amaze being so young to have so much wisdom and
insight. But the craziest thing is
before she came into Paul life he never wanted to go to church, now he is attending
it regular he even studying the Word. “Ulmmm,” Zackary is stalling for
words to say that convey nothing, and then he felt a gentle hand touching his
arm. “Sorry folks, I took so long, I had
to sign the sales slip get out of that dress and put my clothes back on, then I
got a phone call from Amy,” Explain Joann. “Oh how she doing,” ask Connie very
concern. “Well she is doing her best to stay
strong.” “Poor child,” Mrs. Harper is shaking
her head in sadness, “too lose your husband to cancer like that so quickly,
that almost too hard to take.” Joann sigh, “It’s make you
appreciate how good we have it when we see a good friend go through sorrow, by
the Grace of God that could be us. Life
is a precious gift and we are not guarantee tomorrow, I keep praying for Amy
for strength and comfort. If we live
long enough, we too will face grief, I hope the Lord will provide a strong
shoulder to cry on a stable hand to lift us up, I hope we all are doing that
for Amy.” Her friends nodded in agreement
“Thank you for helping me, I didn’t
mean for this to take so long but you all the best, I need to go home, kick off
my shoe and dive into a bubble bath.” Joann smiled, her friend totally agree as
they hug and kiss goodbye leaving the shop.
Entering into her car she sat motionless
hands on the steering, wheel staring into space, Zackary notice she had not
started the car turning to see what the delay is. He thought she was tired trying to collect
her thoughts. “I loved Paul,” Said Joann still
looking ahead, Zackary ears perk up, “I know it looks strange for a young woman
wanting to marry a much older man. My
friends are concerned, I guess if I were them, I would be worried too that I’m
not beaning wise.” She leans back slump
in the chair turned her head facing Zackary placing her hand above her chest. “I know some are saying I’m looking for a
father figure or because he makes lots of money that I’m looking for a sugar
daddy,” her eyes are closed. “None of
that is true, I truly loved him, but it scares me sometimes if I’m doing the
right thing.” Zackary cleared his throat, “If two
people are really in love should they marry?” Opening her eyes optimistically
gazing at Zackary innocently looking at her, sat up in the seat pressing the
start button of the car turned on roaring light flashing and beeping. “Yes they
should, thank you!” putting the car in gear driving out of the parking lot. © 2014 Lonnie Paul Johnson |
AuthorLonnie Paul Johnsonfort Worth, TXAboutI loved writing stories, when I was young I wrote very simple and crude stories base off of TV shows and movies I seen at the time. An event happen when during that time I believe influence my writin.. more..Writing
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