Keniesha and I planned what we thought was a pretty decent ceremony for our wedding nuptials. It would have been perfect except that we
fought like cats and dogs disagreed on just a few things. But more about that later.
This was our last day as single ladies. Did we have a huge bachelorette party in store for us? Not exactly. See, we didn’t know anyone in Storybrook yet. Luckily, Reverend Prucher was able to come to town to perform the double ceremony. With the money from the sale of the house, we were able to put him in a nice hotel while he was here and also pay for the entire wedding.
Nope. No parties for us. Instead, we were going to hang out and then go to the spa for our hair and nail appointments.
We sat on the grass of our new yard and reminisced about old times with mom and dad. We had so much fun as children. I really hope my kids will have as good a childhood as I did.
“I can’t believe that tomorrow I’ll be a missus,” Keniesha said. She didn’t say “Mrs. Mango” because she wasn’t doing any of that traditional taking the husband’s name thing. She said she did not want to be referred to as a fruit.
“What is Mango’s first name, anyway?” I asked. “Every time I ask him, the subject changes.”
“All right,” she said with a conspiratorial tone, “I’ll tell you. But you can’t say a word to anyone. It’ll be hard to keep it to yourself because it’s so ridiculous!”
I crossed my heart and swore to die.
“His name is …, ” she paused then for effect so I knew this would be good… or bad, depending on how you looked at it, “Harry.”
OMG. That’s just wrong. I bit my lower lip as I tried not to laugh but it didn’t work very well. “Harr-y Mang-o.” I let the sound of each syllable flow over me before erupting into hysterical laughter. “I mean, who does that to their kid?”
“Right?” she readily agreed.
We held our stomachs, gasping for air.
“I’ll never look at him the same way again,” I said with mock seriousness.
“Tomorrow, I’ll be Mrs. Memphis Capra,” I gushed.
Keniesha shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand. “I was wondering if you wanted to start going by your real name now? Your birth name. I mean, you’re kind of starting a new chapter to your life. It might be a good time if it’s what you want.”
I thought for a minute then shook my head. “I don’t feel like a ‘Grace Marie Day’ really. Memphis is kind of a silly name, but it’s mine.” I looked closer at her. If I didn’t know her better, I’d think she was suddenly getting all sentimental on me. “Are you crying?”
She impatiently swiped at her eyes and said, “I’m not crying, you are!”
We both laughed again.
Glancing at her watch, she stood, brushing the grass off her behind. “I love you, Sis.” She squeezed me so tight, I could barely breathe.
“I love you, too.” I closed my eyes as I realized that soon, both our lives would change forever. I found this sensation to be both exciting and nauseating.
“Let’s get going.”
We hugged again and headed out for our beauty appointments.
Wait until you see our transformations…
Reverend Prucher was looking as spiffy as ever as he waited under the arch for the procession to begin. Seeing his familiar and encouraging smile is what got me through this without fainting or having a coronary.
I mentioned earlier that Keniesha and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye on everything. Let’s just say there was a lot of compromising. Most of it was trying to figure out which aspects were more important to whom. For example, I wanted a formal wedding and Keniesha didn’t. She was just as happy, she said, to go to the Justice of the Peace. If she had to go more traditional, she wanted plum while I wanted pink.
The compromise: a traditional plum ceremony.
By the way, these are good friends of Liev’s, Roger and Patricia Snowden. I’m getting to know them now, too, and I like them a lot.
Doesn’t Roger look terrified, though? I wonder what he was thinking about?
These are the adorable Snowden twins Stephen and Samantha. They did a beautiful job! I hope my future children are as adorable and well behaved as these two.
Keniesha was radiant, of course. I’m so glad we did a double ceremony even if I did have to bargain on some things.
(That reminds me… She wanted a gown that showed off that fabulous body of hers. Why wouldn’t she? She also wanted us to wear matching gowns. It may have worked except that she was determined to wear a strapless one. It took a lot to convince her that I didn’t even come close to possessing what’s needed to hold a dress like that up!)
So, she wore a stunning strapless gown that showed off her curves. I wore a more traditional dress that, while it hugged me a little bit in the hips, it didn’t require voluptuousness to hold it up.
We did have matching floor length veils and long white gloves. But Keniesha kept putting them on and taking them off. She just couldn’t decide if she wanted to wear them or not. She ended up not.
She’s so beautiful. And Harry Mango cleans up pretty well, too, I reckon.
Then it was our turn for the walk down the aisle. Although I couldn’t pull off the strapless gown Keniesha was wearing, I was really pleased with the one I picked out. I liked how it fit me because it made me feel like I had curves even when I don’t.
As we walked down the aisle, I couldn’t stop glancing at Liev. But that was okay, I guess, because every time I looked at him, he was looking at me, too.
“You’re beautiful,” He whispered.
He’s said that to me before, of course, but this time, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I blushed. That made him smile at me again.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a happier day in my life.
Here are the rest of the pictures…
All in all, we Noble girls had the wedding of both our dreams.