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I called Jeremiah as soon as I got in my car. I felt shy as I said, “Thank you for coming, Mom. I tried to grab the notebook from her, but she held it above my head and read, “‘Jeremiah’s gonna love this!’”Īfter the toilet-paper wedding dress competition, after we helped clean up and everyone had left, I walked my mother to her car. “‘Oh, so pretty!’”Taylor exclaimed, and the room tittered. The maid of honor writes down all the stuff the bride-to-be says while she’s opening presents. “Okay, so get ready for what Belly’s going to say on her wedding night.” Lucinda got up and tied the paper plate around my head like a bonnet. It was going to be simple and uncomplicated, the way we both wanted it. Because honestly, what was there to rehearse? We were getting married on the beach. “Oh, we’re not having a rehearsal dinner,” I said. I could tell because you could see the marks her goggles had left. “Your bouquet for the rehearsal, silly,” Lucinda said, beaming at me. She poked holes into a paper plate and wove the ribbons through. Taylor sat next to me, writing down who gave what and collecting ribbons. Cupcake tins from Marcy, drinking glasses from Blair, hand towels from Aunt Mindy, cookbooks from Lucinda, a glass pitcher from Taylor, a down comforter from my mother.
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“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Marcy said, shaking her head in awe. Popping a pig in a blanket in my mouth, I said, “Thank you guys so much for coming!” I filled my plate with food and sat next to the girls. There was sparkling lemonade, pigs in a blanket, baby carrots, and onion dip-all my favorite foods. Lucinda had set up the table with her famous white coconut cake as the centerpiece. “My mom said it wasn’t even hard to convince her to come.” “Mm-hmm,” she said, and she blew me a little kiss. “How did this even happen? Did your mom talk to my mom?” “So happy,” I whispered back, picking up a plate. We didn’t have to say anything, because we both knew.Īt the buffet table, Taylor squeezed my hand. I made my way around the room, hugging women and girls, and when I finally reached my mother, we hugged tightly and for a long time. We didn’t run across the room to embrace, we didn’t weep. And sitting next to her, on the loveseat, wearing a light blue suit, was my mother. There were our friends Marcy and Blair and Katie, Taylor’s Aunt Mindy, my next door-neighbor Mrs. Taylor had hung crepe-paper wedding bells from the ceiling, and “Going to the Chapel” was playing on the stereo. I used the bathroom quickly, and after I washed my hands, I tried to brush my hair with my fingers. “Almost everybody’s here,” she said, leading me to the living room. She looked like she should be the bride, not me. She was wearing a pink dress with light green fish swimming along the hem, and she’d done her hair halfway up. But since it was a party, I figured I should. I rang the doorbell, something I never did at Taylor’s house. He said, You look nice, and I said thanks. It was the first time we’d spoken since the day we stopped for peaches. When I’d left the Cousins house, Conrad said I looked nice. I’d put on mascara and blush and pink lip gloss. I was wearing a white sundress and sandals. It reminded me of every birthday party Taylor had ever had. Taylor’s mailbox had white balloons strung on it. I recognized Marcy Yoo’s silver Audi and Taylor’s Aunt Mindy’s blue Honda. There were already a bunch of cars parked in front of the house. The invitations they sent out were nicer than my actual wedding invitations. I kept thinking of it as her shower because she and her mom were the ones who were throwing it. It was the day of Taylor’s bridal shower. I didn’t know if it was because of Jere’s bad credit or my lack of credit, but who really cared. I jerked the passenger door open and got in.
I didn’t finish the sentence the way I wanted to-We don’t know if I got my way or not, because of your bad credit.