One more Night

Rehearsal Dinner

A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts. Again, I looked over my appearance. My new red sweetheart floor-length chiffon dress was the perfect fit for tonight. Giving it another glance, I also couldn't help but notice that the side slit no longer made me feel self-conscious about showing off to much of my leg. Being the conservative type, showing off anything more than the bare minimum made my skin crawl with embarrassment but tonight was supposed to be a special night so I made the exception with this dress.

It also helped that my brown hair was long enough to cover most of the cleavage the dress bared to the world. While staring at myself in the mirror one last time, I lost myself with thoughts about my upcoming wedding to my fiancé, Will. At my twenty two years, I never thought I'd be getting married to someone like him. Maybe because my heart had already been claimed by someone else or maybe just because of the way he was that didn't settle well with me. In my mother's eye though he was perfect for me. He was young, successful, rich, hot, and he obviously dotted to my every whim and need. But in reality this was a false personal he put on. To me he was beyond boring, a brute, a mean spirted, evil hot guy. He threw his wealth in the face of others and made them feel bad about not having as much as he did. I guess there is a lot of women out there who would find no problem with his attitude and outlook at life but to me it was a huge problem.

He was nice when he needed to be, charming when it was convenient, and so very smart but he was also manipulative at times. He could charm his way into just about anything and that's probably why he's so successful with his job. He knows just the right strings to pull to make a deal and have the poor unknowing fools signing away their money before they truly understood what they're doing. Not that that made him a bad person but it sure made him the wrong person for me. Unfortunately, I figured this out later into our engagement. If I would have known before, there is no way I would have said yes when he proposed. Deep down inside the only reason I said yes was because earlier in the day I saw on Facebook that Jake had moved on with his life. So, I figured it was only best if I finally took the next step in my relationship with William.

Overwhelming uncertainty paralyzed me in place. I couldn't help but feel helpless when it came to anything relating to the wedding. Any normal girl would be raving about getting married and immersing themselves with all the planning and excitement. But I was not one of those girls. All I really cared about was getting it over with. It felt more like a task then a day that I should look forward to. It felt forced. Mindlessly, I went along with the preparations, did what was expected of me. I let my friends convince me that what I was feeling was cold feet over the wedding and that the day of it would be all but forgotten but deep down I knew they were wrong. I had little to nor interest in the wedding. Another knocked, startled me from my thoughts. "Hold on a sec!" I yelled, as I quickly grabbed my black heals and slipped them on. They would have to do since I didn't think to pack any red heels to go with the dress I wore.

A hotel staff member handed me an envelope as soon as I opened the door. He nodded politely as he spoke. "This was given to me to give to you. Would you need anything before I take my leave?" I shook my head as I waited for him to get the hint that I didn't need him for anything else. As soon as he walked away, I let out a breath of relief that I didn't know I was holding. It was 8:45 and Cindy and Jenna were supposed to meet me at 8:30. The longer it took them to come the more time it gave me to settle down my nerves. As soon as I read the letter though I felt my nerves jump to a whole new level of anxiety. 'Meet you downstairs in ten! Don't be late. The party doesn't start until you arrive. –Cindy+Jenna xoxo'

Annoyed, I grabbed my bag, the room key and my cell phone. Leave it to my friends to make me walk to the rehearsal dinner alone. I insisted they be the ones to accompany me down to the party instead Will. The only thing he would do is set my nerves on fire and make me even more nervous about the dinner. Once in the elevator, I pressed the button so that I could go down to the first floor. As the elevator door opened, Cindy and Jenna ran up to pull me out and toward the hotel's grand ballroom.