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Ayanna Chambers:
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, as my maid of honor tugged and pulled on my dress. "This would only happen to me." I couldn't believe that the seamstress had taken the dress up a whole inch more than I'd asked her to. I was only 5'0 tall, so the dress had needed to be altered more than it normally would have for someone who was taller than me. But, apparently, the woman my best friend had hired wasn't so good at her job. Now I was in a dress that showed way too much of my ankles. I didn't know what to do. My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, and now I looked like I was expecting it to flood.
"Maybe you can wear flats, Beth." Sarah said. Sarah was my best friend, and maid of honor. I moaned and reluctantly agreed to her idea.
"Where am I supposed to get them, though? The wedding starts in an hour, and I don't have time to change and run to the mall."
"Well, I guess I am the maid of honor. I'll do it. You just sit here and wait on me. And don't let Jeff in the room, no matter what! He can't see you before the wedding." Sarah jumped up and grabbed her purse. "I'll be back in half an hour, no more. I promise." With that, she took off, determined to save the day.
I sat on the settee in the corner of the room, and sighed. I couldn't believe that my parents weren't here to see me getting married. They both had died in an accident 4 years before, and now I was alone. I'd been an only child, and now I was lonely on my wedding day, as I had been at my college graduation a few weeks before. None of my other family had been able to make it in. My aunts and uncles had never approved of my parent's marriage, and therefore didn't approve of me. My mom had been Puerto Rican and my dad, white. The interracial relationship had been frowned upon by all members of both families. So, while growing up, I'd never had cousins or anyone to play with. And, now, I was alone again. Only Sarah and two of my college friends were included in the wedding party. The other two girls and I weren't really that close; I seemed to have troubles getting close to people. While Sarah was out running my errands, I was left to my own devices in the room the church had provided for my use.
I found myself thinking about Jeff and our relationship. I loved him, well, at least I thought I did. He was so good to me. But there wasn't any passion involved. Our lovemaking was soft and sweet, but I don't think I'd ever actually had an orgasm. We'd met my first year of college. He was a senior then, and several years older than me. My parents' deaths had been fresh in my mind, and he'd just swept me off my feet. Plus, I hadn't had to be alone. But now, 4 years later, I still wasn't sure. It was too late now, though. I knew I'd be happy and safe and secure with Jeff. Who needed passion? I'd be fine with someone who loved me and who would never leave me. I knew I would.
Just when I'd began to worry about Sarah, the door to the room opened. I jumped up, but then sat back down when I saw it wasn't her. A man was standing there, a man I didn't know.
"Ummm, can I help you?" I stammered nervously, wondering who he was and why he was here.
OOC:
I need someone to play the stranger. He can be a janitor, a member of Jeff's family I haven't met, the d.j., anyone. I need to be seduced, and seduced well. So well, that by the end, I don't want to marry Jeff anymore.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, as my maid of honor tugged and pulled on my dress. "This would only happen to me." I couldn't believe that the seamstress had taken the dress up a whole inch more than I'd asked her to. I was only 5'0 tall, so the dress had needed to be altered more than it normally would have for someone who was taller than me. But, apparently, the woman my best friend had hired wasn't so good at her job. Now I was in a dress that showed way too much of my ankles. I didn't know what to do. My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, and now I looked like I was expecting it to flood.
"Maybe you can wear flats, Beth." Sarah said. Sarah was my best friend, and maid of honor. I moaned and reluctantly agreed to her idea.
"Where am I supposed to get them, though? The wedding starts in an hour, and I don't have time to change and run to the mall."
"Well, I guess I am the maid of honor. I'll do it. You just sit here and wait on me. And don't let Jeff in the room, no matter what! He can't see you before the wedding." Sarah jumped up and grabbed her purse. "I'll be back in half an hour, no more. I promise." With that, she took off, determined to save the day.
I sat on the settee in the corner of the room, and sighed. I couldn't believe that my parents weren't here to see me getting married. They both had died in an accident 4 years before, and now I was alone. I'd been an only child, and now I was lonely on my wedding day, as I had been at my college graduation a few weeks before. None of my other family had been able to make it in. My aunts and uncles had never approved of my parent's marriage, and therefore didn't approve of me. My mom had been Puerto Rican and my dad, white. The interracial relationship had been frowned upon by all members of both families. So, while growing up, I'd never had cousins or anyone to play with. And, now, I was alone again. Only Sarah and two of my college friends were included in the wedding party. The other two girls and I weren't really that close; I seemed to have troubles getting close to people. While Sarah was out running my errands, I was left to my own devices in the room the church had provided for my use.
I found myself thinking about Jeff and our relationship. I loved him, well, at least I thought I did. He was so good to me. But there wasn't any passion involved. Our lovemaking was soft and sweet, but I don't think I'd ever actually had an orgasm. We'd met my first year of college. He was a senior then, and several years older than me. My parents' deaths had been fresh in my mind, and he'd just swept me off my feet. Plus, I hadn't had to be alone. But now, 4 years later, I still wasn't sure. It was too late now, though. I knew I'd be happy and safe and secure with Jeff. Who needed passion? I'd be fine with someone who loved me and who would never leave me. I knew I would.
Just when I'd began to worry about Sarah, the door to the room opened. I jumped up, but then sat back down when I saw it wasn't her. A man was standing there, a man I didn't know.
"Ummm, can I help you?" I stammered nervously, wondering who he was and why he was here.
OOC:
I need someone to play the stranger. He can be a janitor, a member of Jeff's family I haven't met, the d.j., anyone. I need to be seduced, and seduced well. So well, that by the end, I don't want to marry Jeff anymore.
