I smiled and looked up, like I was thinking. “How fast can you plan a wedding?”
“Are we going on a honeymoon?” she asked as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go, Buttercup.”
She smiled bigger. “July. Let’s get married in July.”
I quickly rolled her over and slowly slid inside her, and she let out a slow, soft moan.
As I gently made love to Emma, I whispered in her ear, telling her all the ways I would make love to her on our honeymoon. When she began calling out my name, I pushed in deeper, and I was so overcome with the most intense orgasm of my life that I almost cried. I stayed inside her for a good ten minutes before I rolled over and pulled her to me. I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep as I dreamed about Emma walking down the aisle dressed in white.
July 1962
“Emma, why are you so nervous? Y’all have been married for a year already,” Margie said as she messed with my hair.
I looked down at my hands, and they were shaking. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my beating heart. It felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.
“Emma?”
I turned around a
nd saw my mother standing in the doorway. The moment I saw her, I jumped up and walked into her arms. I tried desperately not to cry, but the second her perfume hit me, I began crying.
“Oh, baby girl. Now, why are you crying? This is far better than your little bedside wedding last year.” She winked as she pushed a piece of my hair back.
“Oh, Mother. This last year with Garrett has been amazing, but for some reason, this wedding makes it feel so real, like maybe before we were just playing house. Now…well, now—”
“You’re truly going to be his?” my mother said with a smile.
I nodded my head and whispered, “Yes, that’s how it feels.”
My mother let out a small laugh as she guided me back over to the chair. I sat down, and Margie began messing with the curls framing my face.
My mother let out a sigh. “You look breathtaking, Emma Rose. Garrett is going to pass out when he sees you.”
Margie let out a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure Garrett is going to want to, um…er…uh…” She looked at my mother and down at me.
I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t going to let it go. “He’s going to want to what, Marg?” I asked as I raised my eyebrow.
“Um…you know. I’m just so glad I’m here for this wedding. Aunt Maria, did you see how beautiful the flowers are? They’re so fresh,” Margie said in an attempt to cover up what she had been about to say.
I let out a giggle and rolled my eyes. I glanced down at Margie’s stomach and placed my hand on it. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered.
Margie placed her hand on top of mine and said, “So am I.”
It hadn’t taken me long to forgive Marg after the incident last year, and things had gotten back to normal fairly quickly. Now, Margie and Billy were expecting their first baby in six months.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
She starting placing pins in my hair, and she let out a sigh. “Sick as a dog. I’ve never thrown up so much in my life, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”
My mother laughed. “It is all worth it in the end.”
After a few more touches on my makeup, I was led over to the other side of the room where my wedding dress was hanging up. My mother had spared no expenses when it came to my wedding dress. It was fashioned after Grace Kelly’s wedding dress, and I had to admit that it was beautiful, even with the rounded collar. In keeping with the whole theme, the full skirt was made of ivory peau de soie, and the fitted bodice was a Duchesse lace embroidered with small white pearls. The yards of silk taffeta making the dress still baffled my mind. I smiled when I looked at my petticoat. My mother and aunt had spent hours sewing blue satin bows onto it, again fashioning after Grace Kelly’s petticoat.
After getting the dress on and Margie fussing over my hair, I slipped on my shoes and slowly turned to look at myself in the mirror. I let out a gasp as I stared back at myself. My blonde hair was piled on top of my head with curls falling loosely around my face. I tried desperately not to cry.
“Garrett is going to be over the moon,” I whispered to no one in particular.