RICK
The day of our wedding has arrived. I survived Christine’s anger after the Viola incident. This is the day. Looking back it seems like it’s been really hard work and I’m looking forward to getting this over with.
I wonder if that’s how I should be feeling. Maybe not but then I guess most guys don’t have the incidents leading up to their wedding that I’ve had.
I’ve stayed away from Viola. I’m afraid that Christine will ask for my phone to see what messages I’ve been sending. If she finds that I’ve been in touch with Viola it won’t bode well for us. Christine’s told me that Viola’s been fired and I wonder where she is now. I wonder if she’s leaving Los Angeles again or if she’s going to bite the bullet and stay until she finds a new job. I wish her all the best.
I wake up on my own this morning as we agreed that Christine and I would spend the night apart. She has to get ready for the wedding with her dress and make up as is custom. I’m glad that I have these few hours alone. I get dressed and head to the church early. I want to get this over with. I know getting there early isn’t going to make this go any quicker but I don’t want to be waiting at home alone until the time is more appropriate to leave.
Lewis is my best man and I’ve agreed to meet him at the church.
He arrives closer to the time of the ceremony and finds me pacing in the front of the church. I greet familiar faces as they arrive.
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