Magpie Tales #24

This is a prompt from a weekly writing theme hosted by Willow over at: http://magpietales.blogspot.com

 

Sophie yawned and stretched as she lay in the bed, she looked at her left hand and wriggled her fingers watching the diamonds on her engagement ring sparkle. "This is it," she thought to herself, "today is my wedding day, it's finally here." She felt a ripple of excitement go through her as she looked over at her wedding dress hanging on the outside of the wardrobe door. Although not her first choice of outfit, it was her dream dress, white organza, with a small train and a very small amount of beading on the hemline. Nothing too elaborate, very simple and very Sophie. She had wanted to wear trousers but her Father was horrified when he found out, and was adamant that it was not going to happen. She started to protest about it being her day, and she should be able to wear what she wanted to, but he had stuck to his guns, and looked her in the eye and said, "Sophie, I know that a dress is not your first choice, but your Mother always wanted to see you married in a traditional wedding dress. Out of respect for her and in her memory, I think that the least you can do is to wear a dress."  She knew, in her heart,  that her Father was right, and eventually she relented.

 There was a light tap on the bedroom door and Stella, Sophie's sister, walked in carrying a breakfast tray. "Morning Soph, thought I would bring you breakfast in bed, seeing how it's your last day as a single woman. How are you feeling? Or is that a stupid question to ask a bride on the morning of probably the biggest day of her life?"

"No, of course it's not a stupid question," she replied. "I'm fine, I've been thinking about the conversation I had a few months ago with Dad about my wedding outfit, and how right he was to insist that I wear a dress. Mum would be so proud of me if she was here, and I know that she would love my choice of dress."

Stella set the tray down on the bedside table and sat on the bed. She took Sophie's hand and said to her,
"Soph, Mum is proud of you, don't you worry she is watching over everything that you do. She will be with you today, and every day."
Sophie leaned over and gave her sister a hug.
"Come on lazy bones" Stella said, "you better get yourself up and organised, it will be time to go before we know where we are" Stella left, leaving Sophie to her breakfast and to her thoughts.

A few hours later, Sophie was well and truly ready. Hair and makeup completed. Dress and veil on. All she had to do now was to go down stairs and join her Dad and Stella and together the three of them would make their way to the church.

But there was something that Sophie needed to do before they left. She made her way to her mothers bedroom and walked over to the wardrobe. She reached inside and found the shoe box that had the black shoes in them. The black shoes that she knew her mother loved, she tried them on, the fit was perfect.

She stood up and looked down at her feet. Stella appeared at the doorway and said "Come on Sophie, it's time to go, everyone is downstairs waiting."

As she reached the top of the stairs Sophie lifted up her wedding dress and looked down at the black shoes thinking to herself:
 
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something....black?

Oh well it doesn't matter that it doesn't rhyme, at least I found them"


This tale draws on  a prior tale I wrote for Magpie Tale #16...