My sisterβs wedding seemed flawless until my husband whispered, “we need to leave. now.” when I asked why, he replied, “Iβll explain in the car.” during the silent drive home, he finally said, “you really didnβt notice?” the real reason for that wedding was…
The California afternoon sunlight sparkled off the chandeliers in the Grand Pacific Hotel. Standing in front of the mirror, I applied my lipstick one final time, my heart fluttering with pure joy. Today was my sister Jessica’s wedding day.
“Maggie, are you ready?” my husband, Robert, called out.
“Just two more minutes,” I replied. Robert entered, his firefighter’s physique even more striking in his well-tailored suit. His voice was a low rumble of appreciation. “Every time I think you can’t possibly get more beautiful, you prove me wrong. Ready to go watch your little sister get her happily ever after?”
I turned to look into his gentle brown eyes, a constant love for twelve years. “I just want to be sure David is a good man.”
“I spoke with him last night. He’s honest, intelligent, and most importantly, the way he looks at Jessica is full of love. Your sister chose well.” Robertβs words soothed my last protective-sister worry.
The chapel was decorated like a movie set. I sat next to Robert, watching my mother occasionally dab her eyes with a handkerchief. When the organ began, the entire venue fell silent. David stood at the altar, a little nervous but filled with love. And then, Jessica appeared on our mother’s arm. She was breathtaking. When our eyes met, she gave me a small, secret, warm smileβthe same one she used to give me as a kid when she got away with some mischief. But this wasn’t mischief; this was pure, unadulterated joy.
The moment Mom placed Jessicaβs hand in Davidβs, the look they shared touched everyone.
“I do,” David’s voice was strong and full of conviction.
“I do,” Jessica’s voice was clear and rang beautifully.
When the minister spoke his final words, “You may kiss the bride,” they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. The venue erupted in applause and cheers. I clapped with all my might while tears of happiness streamed down my face.
After the ceremony, guests moved to the reception. Jessica had changed into a different, more comfortable dress. David’s speech was sincere. When Jessica took the microphone, her voice trembled slightly. “I especially want to thank my sister, Maggie. For all the late-night calls, for talking me down from a dozen bridal panics, and for showing me what true, steadfast love looks like.” I felt tears welling up again.
Dinner was held in an even more lavish ballroom. We were at the family table, chatting happily with David’s parents. I hadn’t enjoyed such a relaxed meal atmosphere in a long time. After the appetizer, a creamy corn and lobster bisque was served.
“The fish course is next,” I said with anticipation.
The waiters began to clear our soup bowls. Robert leaned in and whispered, “Best wedding ever, right?” I smiled and nodded, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over me. The string quartet began a new, uplifting melody as the servers approached with the main course. The silver cloches were placed in front of each of us with a synchronized flourish.
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