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A Bride Conflicted
Trish frowned slightly as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she looked beautiful, and that she should be smiling. After all, it was her wedding day.
She might have been standing in her luxurious wedding gown with the impressive train, with her delicate veil on her head, but she was preoccupied. Trish's mind was completely elsewhere, on an event that had occurred the prior night at her apartment after the rehearsal dinner.
"Oh, Randy..." she cooed, gazing up at him adoringly. "... No, we can't."
Orton smiled at her before capturing her lips in a dizzyingly passionate kiss. He nuzzled her affectionately afterward, his breath hot against her skin a moment later.
"No? And just why not?"
"Because!" Trish quipped, but she had no more words to add to that. She giggled as she reached up to cup his handsome face between her palms.
"Trish... we're getting married in less than twenty-four hours," he pointed out. "So, call me crazy, but I think it'd be okay." He leaned further down to kiss the pretty blonde on the neck.
Trish couldn't help but smile at the feel of his kisses. And Randy had found one of her sweet spots... It felt heavenly. She moved her arms so that they wound around his back, drawing him still nearer. She sighed and finally relented.
"You're right... Okay, you win." She pulled back to meet his fiery lips again, kissing her fiance into oblivion. They kept making out in the hallway of her apartment - until Randy suddenly broke it and swept her up into his arms.
Trish giggled happily as he carried her to her bedroom. Once there, Orton gently laid her on the bed, and so quickly, their clothing just seemed to melt off...
But nothing happened.
"Honey, you look absolutely gorgeous!"
The sound of Lisa Marie's voice brought Trish back to the here and now. She whirled around to see not only Lisa but Candice as well. They were, of course, serving as her bridesmaids, while I was the maid of honor. The three of us were wearing matching wine-red gowns that were not 'typical' of our wedding roles.
"Thank you!" the blonde said. She rushed in to hug the two in turn, seemingly bursting with happiness.
Candice lingered a bit with the bride, a soft smile on her face. Despite being so skeptical when Trish had originally announced her engagement, the brunette couldn't imagine being any happier for her friend than she did right at that moment.
"I really should get back to AJ," she said. "He's been a bit of a baby about having to wear a suit, you know?"
The two women laughed.
"Anyway, Trish... I just wanted to wish you all the best. You don't deserve anything less. I love you, sweetie."
"Oh, Candice!" The bride was suddenly beginning to get teary-eyed. And damn it, she couldn't afford that to happen - not with her wedding about to start in mere moments!
"I don't have a date waiting for me out there," Lisa Marie said, "but I echo Candi's sentiments. Honey, I wish you and Randy a very happy marriage!"
Breaking free of Candice, Trish once again hugged Lisa. Afterward, she playfully shooed the two of them from the room so it was just us.
I smiled easily at her. I couldn't believe it as I looked her over... My closest, best friend since high school was getting married. I was super thrilled, excited for her.
"Congratulations, honey," I said. "You're about to embark on a whole new journey with the man you love. I'm so happy for you!" We embraced tightly, and Trish murmured a thank you in response. Judging by her choked voice, I could tell she was once again on the verge of tears.
We got our cue to go out, as we would be going down the aisle soon. As maid of honor, I would be walking just ahead of Trish and after Candice and Lisa Marie and their ushers. The bride's father would be giving her away. However, before I could even step out there, my friend's voice called me back in a loud whisper.
"Amy!"
I turned around to face Trish, and she gestured for me to come over. Noticing the serious and worried expression on her face, I frowned.
"What is it?"
The little blonde lifted her veil, pushing it out of her face. That gave me an even better view of her distressed face.
"I have to talk to you," she whispered.
When I approached, she explained.
"Last night, after the rehearsal, Randy and I... we went back to my place."
"Oh," I said softly as the recognition hit me. "What? He wasn't any good?"
Trish shook her head, but instead of letting me think that meant a simple 'no' to my question, she spoke again.
"We were making out and getting all hot and heavy... and then, he... he..." She shook her head and glanced ahead at her husband to be, who was standing in wait at the altar.
"He...?" I said, waiting.
She looked me straight in the eye and finished.
"He couldn't get it up!" she whispered with dismay.
My eyes widened, my mouth becoming a medium-sized 'O.' Was she kidding? Looking at Randy Orton, it just didn't seem possible. I wasn't quite sure what to say. And then, it hit me in the form of a little white lie.
"Don't worry about that... Happens to all guys."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.
"Yeah!" I stared at her for a beat before speaking again. "Do you want to call this all off?" I asked. "Because you know you don't have to go through with it if you really don't want to."
"No!" the bride exclaimed softly. "I do want to... I love him."
I studied her for a few seconds more. Then, "Well, then... we'd better get going."
Trish nodded emphatically and went out behind me to join her father, who proudly escorted her down the aisle.
I couldn't believe my friend's admission... It had to be so embarrassing for her, but I knew she needed to tell
someone. I put it out of my mind as Trish got married. In spite of things, she truly did seem happy.