The Perfect Day (3 AM Epiphany: Point Of View - The Unstable Self)
The Perfect Day
The music played softly in the background as her heart began to skip beats. This was the day she had dreamt of since childhood. She had filled days of her life clipping magazines, visiting bridal boutiques, envying each engagement ring she came across, and planning every detail of this day. December 13, 2014: it was the last day for the next 89 years that a couple could get married on a date that had consecutive numbers.
I hope he sticks to the vows we practiced or else we will miss our time, 12:13:14. Oh what if he talks just a second longer?
She tried not to think about it as she fluffed the beautiful white dress and looked around the room for her father.
Where is he? I cannot have a single delay. Everything must be perfect.
Choosing not to panic, she listened to the peaceful music and wondered what her soon-to-be-husband was thinking at the moment as he stood in front of 600 people who were about to witness the best moment of his life. Her father approached her, “Are you ready for this?” She took his arm and replied, “Yes, I am Daddy.”
They opened the doors as the music changed to her father’s favorite song: Butterfly Kisses. One foot in front of the other, just as they had practiced, the lovely young bride made her way down the aisle.
Do not cry. Be strong. I am a strong woman. I can't ruin my makeup. This day will be perfect. This wedding will be perfect…well, except for that hideous dress Mrs. McKinnon decided to wear. Who chooses to wear green to wedding? Oh, and those shoes Mr. Murray. Please tell your wife to get the cataracts surgery so she can see clearly again. Okay, pull it together. There he is waiting for me. My future husband.
As she approached the front of the hall, several guests noticed a painful look appearing on the bride’s face. They wondered what was wrong. She looked beautiful in her ivory and red satin dress. Her bridesmaids wore red satin gowns with ivory corsages and heels. The groomsmen wore ivory tuxes with red fedoras and pointed shoes. The entire wedding was a throwback to eras past and exquisitely designed to provide every guest a day they would remember. What could she possibly feel was not right?
He looks so amazing standing here before me. I wish I could just tell him. My first act as a wife cannot be to say such a thing to him. Oh, but how can I go through the entire wedding and reception like this? Let’s get this over with so we can handle this.
The painful look continued on the bride's face. The guests worried she may run off. The minister provided the usual words and the couple exchanged beautiful vows that brought tears to each guest’s eyes. Then, as they were pronounced man and wife, the bride left the altar.
I can’t do this. I have to fix this right now. I must let him know so we can enjoy the rest of the day.
The bride walked over and reached next to her mother. She grabbed something out of her purse and returned to the altar. The guests were beginning to stir and whisper. Many of them began to think it was quite a unique ending to an already different wedding. The groom reached out his hand toward her and turned away from the crowd toward the minster, who had lost all color in his face. The couple then looked at one another, the groom smiled wide and leaned in to kiss the bride. The couple then turned back to the crowd and began walking toward the entrance as Lady Antebellum’s “Just a Kiss” played over the speakers.
Thank you that he was able to do that so nonchalantly. I could have never stood through the next five minutes of saying hello to everyone knowing that my poor husband was unaware that he had broccoli stuck between his teeth. This day is now perfect.
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This challenge, Point of View Exercise 4: The Unstable Self, is to write a 500 word story in which I switch from first person to third person without confusing the reader. Did I succeed? Were you clear throughout the story when I was relaying the event, when the bride was thinking, and when someone was speaking? This was not as difficult a challenge as I thought it was going to be other than I had too many ideas. I started at least four stories before sticking with this one and seeing it through. I hope you enjoyed it!
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