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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Sunday, 6 April 2014 @ Sunday, April 06, 2014
“Damn it the flowers! THE FLOWERS!” She rushed
out the door to the entrance of the garden. The “flower halo”, as she called
it, adorned the entrance doors beautifully. Tulips and roses of dark pink, bright
yellow, white and royal purple were intertwined with each other, creating a
halo of what seemed like floating flowers against the brick walls of the
private garden. And the centrepiece was, thankfully, intact. The bottom curve
of the glass sphere was placed with petals of different flowers, and the
perfectly cut glass heart nestled among the petals glimmered lightly as the sun
rays made their way to it. She breathed a sigh of relief, a long one, kept from
the night before after hearing the soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the
roof and windowpanes. She walked back to
the preparation lounge. Everyone was still at the back room, enjoying a light
breakfast before getting on to prepare for the big event 2 hours later. She ran
her finger across the plush fabric of the couch, and let her eyes roam the
ceiling and the interior design of the lounge. The chandelier gave off a warm
glow, and the subtle scent of fresh lavender wafted her way as the air
conditioner blew a rush of cold air towards her direction. Bags of make -up and
brushes lay on the dressing table, carefully arranged by Lily, her make-up
artist slash best friend.
Brad
had been kind enough to reserve the whole villa for them, including the garden
and the lounge. She had been searching high and low for an accommodation to fit
150 people and a place to stay for the night before the wedding and a prep
lounge for dolling up on the day itself. The slight drizzle of raindrops the
night before had given a nice, fresh appearance to both the flower decorations
and the garden itself; the grass looked a stunning green than the days before,
the flowers a spectacular kaleidoscope of colour splash.
Her
eyes settled on the dress she spent a month choosing. It hung from the ivory
hook, specially drilled into the ceiling for Brad’s customers who, like her, used
the lounge as a makeshift saloon, make-up parlour and a place to keep their
wedding dresses and evening gowns safe and sound. The dress was a divine
classic twist itself. She remembered being drawn to the sweetheart neckline and
the empire waist which accentuated her tiny waist. The lace and tulle on the
bottom half dress draped down flawlessly, spreading out half a metre across the
floor. Liam always said he loved her in a strapless gown, but she found an off-
shoulder one with three-quarter lace sleeves that she absolutely adored. There
wasn’t single jewel on the dress, but it looked spectacular nonetheless. There
were however, thousands of tiny embroidered ribbon roses around waist, creating
a natural floral cinch the gown maker referred to as la ceinture du ciel.
Madame DeLaren had explained that she was inspired by the wonderful atmosphere
in France, where couples were “filled with love, oh the beauty!” DeLaren, a fan of roses herself, decided to
embroider roses on that particular dress, to share the beauty and joy of finding
love and uniting in it. Heaven on earth, she called it.
“Marriage,
mi amour, is a celebration of love. A celebration of finding your very own le
paradis sur terre.”
Paige
stroked the soft material of the dress and closed her eyes. She found her le
paradis sur terre years ago. As she thought about the challenges and the rocky
roads that led them both here, she knew all this while, that everything was
going to be alright. Never mind missing flowers or ruined halos. She was going
to marry the love of her life, and if it took everything she had in her to make
them last till the end of time, she was determined to give it everything she
got to make it happen. Because the story of their lives was beginning in less
than an hour, and Liam will always be worth the fight.
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