Thursday, December 24, 2009

Chapter 372

Cheyenne stood in front of the mirror, turning to one side and then to the other.

Finally! Her wedding day.

Stacey was fussing around her, checking her make up, touching her hair, blabbering non stop.

“Stace, calm down girl. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Shit! You are the one supposed to be nervous, not me. DAMN!!”

Cheyenne pulled her closer, hugging her to Stacey greatest horror.

“Your dres...”

“Shhhhh. Just stand still and breathe for a moment.”

A slight knock could be heard and Richie walked in.

Both woman stopped breathing for a moment, they could only stare.

“WHAT??!!! Is my fly undone? WHAT???!!”

Richie’s hand dropped to his zipper.

“Ok what the hell is wrong with me? My hair a little too wild...”

Stacey stepped forward, her eyes fastened on him.

“You look unbelievably sexy!”

A faint blush covered his cheeks.

“Oh..that..thanx.” He lifted his gaze.

“You looks so handsome Rich! You clean up real nice...” The dark haired giant stepped closer to the woman he had come to love so much.

“Honey you are gonna knock Jonny’s knees right from under him. God! You are a vision. You sure you wanna marry that fart? I’m dressed if you are not sure.” His mischievous smile draw a giggle form Cheyenne.

He lifted her hand, kissed it gallantly, pulling her carefully into a gentle embrace.

“HEY!!” Stacey tried to sound upset, but her sniffing got louder and louder.

“Rich. See what you did! My damn make up!”

“Sorry love, but fuck she looks gorgeous! “

“I...I..I.. know!” Stacey was now crying so hard, Richie started to panic, he took her in his arms, taking the tissues from Cheyenne.

“There there honey. You better stop crying now. The maid of honor cant walk down the aisle with red eyes and runny make up.”

Richie looked at Cheyenne. HELP was written all over his face. Cheyenne shrugged, she was at her wits end. Stacey was so emotional and she started to feel nervous herself.

Carol came rushing in, took one look at the situation and ushered the crying Stacey towards the bathroom.

“She’ll be ok in a minute. You and Richie go outside the photographer wants to take a few pictures of you two.”

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