My First Booksie Challenge-LadyOfRohan
I stared at my best friend from high school in disbelief. Her
light green eyes looked confused at my reaction. I gulped air
back into my empty lungs. Trying to slow my erratic heartbeat.
"You're marrying a man called James Fitz?" I asked "Who is
eighteen years older then you," I fumed. Mary pouted her lips and
her eyes watered. I rolled my dark brown eyes, exasperated.
"Corrine how can you be like this on my wedding day?" she wailed,
the clear drops of water streaking her face. I sighed inwardly
and outwardly smiled apologetically.
"You're right Mary, it just caught me by surprised that you were
marrying someone so much older then you," I partway lied.
"I know but, oh, Corrine we're in love," she sighed going all
gooey on me.
"And this has nothing to do with his millions of dollars," I
hinted. She gasped looking outraged. I cringed back into my seat
bracing myself for her wrath.
"Corrine how dare you! Are you calling me some sort of slut who
just goes with guys for money…" she yelled. I quickly jumped up
to calm her down before someone came into the room and accused me
of upsetting the bride.
"No, no of cause not Mary," I soothed. "It's just…you know how
I've been trying to figure out who my birth father is right?" I
I was the result of a one night stand my very drunk
eighteen-year-old mother had had twenty-two years ago. My mother
had married at the age of Twenty-two, when I was four and my
'dad' Mark had been in my life ever since. When I started
university I'd taken an interest in finding out whom my real
father was. And the day before I caught my plane back to my
hometown for Mary's wedding I'd found out.
"Yeah," she nodded her breathing under control and her colour
returning to normal.
"I found out who he is," I informed her. her eye lit up with
curiosity and she motioned for me to continue. "His name is…James
Fitz." Her whole face fell. Her legs buckled out from underneath
her and I only just caught her before she hit the ground. "Breath
Mary, please breath," I begged getting her back onto her bed.
"I'm marrying your dad," she choked out. I gave her a sorry smile
and shrugged, nodding.
"Okay. This is okay. I mean it doesn't change anything does it?"
she asked. I shook my head, no. "You'll still be my bridesmaid?"
"Of cause Mary," I told her. "Now let's get you into the hands of
some professionals. You got to look good on your big day right?"
"Right, yeah. Let's go," she mumbled standing up and heading for
For the rest of the morning Mary dragged her two other
bridesmaids, Lauren and Kelly, and me over to the huge cathedral
they were getting married in. We were led into one of the back
rooms so she could get changed.
Her dress was beautiful. Slightly off white in colour in had a
fitted bodice that became a ruffled skirt with a long train. It
had small decorative flowers the same colour as the gown sown in
that were on both bodice and skirt. She had off the shoulder
straps and long white gloves that came up past her elbows. It
really suited her thick, wavy brown hair.
The bridesmaid dresses were all altered slightly for each of us
but had the same overall pattern. They were strapless and fell to
just above her knees. A dark cream band ran around the hem and
another one just under our busts. The rest was a crisp white with
the same flower pattern Mary's dress had indented in the
It took an hour for the professional and expensive hairdressers
and makeup artists to get us to perfection. We all looked like a
few fairy tales were missing their princesses. Mary's green eyes
were sparkling but I couldn't help but notice worry swimming
under the surface. I gave her an encouraging smile as I was
whisked out to greet guests.
I smiled and said hello until my cheeks were aching and I asked
Lauren to take over. I escaped into the large empty church and
just the door softly behind me. All the pews had large bows with
bouquets in the middle on the inner end of each pew. I walked up
the aisle a pang of longing blooming inside my chest.
"So which bridesmaid are you, Kelly or Lauren?" a male asked
behind me. I spun around cheeks burning with chagrin at having
been caught hiding away from everyone.
"Corrine actually," I replied to the…groom. My dad was fairly
good looking for a forty-year-old man. His thick blonde hair had
no sign of grey and a fit build was visible under his slim
"Corrine I think you're Mary's favourite between you and me," he
winked walking up to me.
"Good to know," I replied my heart beat speeding up. Do I tell
him now or after. What if he freaks? What if he doesn't? Does he
have other kids? Or am I his only one? "Um so is this your first
wedding," I asked, cringing as the words left my mouth. He raised
an eyebrow at me but answered anyway.
"First," he replied looking amused. I smiled back tightly.
Suddenly my mouth seemed to disconnect from my brain.
"I think you're my father." The minute the words left my mouth my
hand had slapped over my lips. He swallowed visible, mouth open
and eyes wide as he blinked slowly.
"Impossible," he choked.
"No not impossible," I continued. "You had a one night stand
twenty-two years ago with a certain Miranda Binks and I'm the
consequence." He shook his head back and forth slowly. Suddenly
one of his groomsmen came and said it was time to get ready. I
gave him an apologetic smile already knowing this was not going
to turn out well.
Everyone pilled into the huge room fighting with glares, income
and blood relation to the happy couple to get the best seats. I
was waiting outside the closed doors with Kelly for Lauren to get
back with Mary so the ceremony could really start. My blood ran
cold when Lauren rushed up to his eyes panicked and breath coming
in quick gasps.
"She's gone! I can't fine her anywhere!" she exclaimed. My mind
went blank and I felt faint.
"Shit okay you two search this entire building I'll go tell the
priest," I ordered taking a breath as I pushed open the wooden
door and walked into onto the aisle. I came faced to face with a
very nervous groomsmen.
"James is gone."
"Mary's disappeared." We both blurted out before gasping and
panicking even more.
"Shit," I swore.
"What is going on?" demanded Mrs Greene, Mary's mother. Do I
tell? Yes you do.
"I found out who my father is," I announced. "James Fitz. Both
Mary and James know."
"What!" I heard someone yell right next to me. I turned,
cringing, to face my mother. Darn it I'd forgotten I met Mary
because our mothers were best friends.
"Yeah the grooms the guy who knocked you up, my dad. Oh hey
Mark," I greeted. "Listen you guys sort this out. I'll find our
runaway bride." With that I turned on my annoyingly high, thin
heels and walked out into the court yard in front of the church
as fast as I could.
I saw a Mary crouched in the roots on one of the large, shady
trees. I took a deep breath and forced my numb legs forward. I
reached her and cleared my throat as I lowered myself down next t
"Mary I am so sorry. I swear I had no idea…" I began.
"I'm too young to get married. I mean I've been engaged to the
guy longer then I dated him," she wailed. Okay not what I was
expecting but I'll go with it.
"But you were so happy Mary," I stated, confused.
"More of the idea. My dad abandoned me. My longest relation,
excluding this one, was six months. Guy's don't like me and I was
clinging to James for dear life. But you put everything into
perspective. I'm marrying a guy who's old enough to be my father,
is yours," she blubbered. I put a comforting arm around her slim
shoulder and made soothing noises.
"He ain't worth it. Knocked up my mum and is getting married for
the first time at the age of forty. He ain't worth this Mary," I
comforted. She nodded sniffling.
"Your right. I'm worth more then him," she declared.
"That's right," I agreed. "C'mon." I stood up and brushed myself
off. I turned and offered my hand. Mary took it gratefully and I
pulled her up. "Where young, were single," I winked. "Let's go
get drunk and forget this whole mess," I proclaimed.
"Your right. I'm going to drink until I forget my own name," she
announced. We wrapped our arms around each other and ran off
giggling like school girls.
Nine months later I was a single mother with a no show father and
a ruined wedding to thank for it wihsing I'd stayed away from New
York like the plague.
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