Two Weddings and a Giant Bouquet

Rica had 2 weddings. The first one didn't have the groom. In fact, it didn't have any men present at all. It was just us girls in our best gowns partying in the church. It was like some kind of debut.

The second was the same ceremony but this time with the groom and the rest of the men. It was more sober. It was like some kind of funeral.

I asked her why go through double the trouble and she said, "It's the way it's done." So I thought back to my own wedding but seemed to remember doing it only once. I felt awful.

Rica looked beautiful in both her weddings. But by the time it was time for us to do it again, everyone was so pooped and the girl's dresses didn't look too fresh. I was too distracted that when it was time for me to walk down the aisle as bridesmaid I realized I had left my bouquet somewhere and I tried to remember where I put it but I couldn't remember and the look of the church kept changing so it was useless to try to find it.

I yanked a fistful of flowers from a nearby pot and starting my walk down the aisle. I thought I would be alright but people kept handing me all kinds of flowers and I started having a hard time walking steady. I dragged my feet. I started to sway. The slit of my skirt ripped and exposed the whole length of my thigh. I wanted to hold on to my skirt but both my hands were busy grasping the motley bouquet to keep it steady.

By the time I got to the front, Rica's 2nd Wedding Ceremony was over and I was exhausted and had in my possession a bouquet so unusual and so large that they would later have to knock down one of the church's walls for me to be able to get out with it.