*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
This is just a flash story.
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The guests were rapidly filling St. Richard's Catholic Church to overflowing. Connie Edwards and her two assistants were snapping photograph after photograph of the wedding party, the guests, the Deacon Jack Landry. A third assistant was videoing the event using a wheeled dolly.
"The procession is about to begin; ushers, please, please step out of the way," Connie snapped as the music came to a nearly overwhelming volume. "Mother of the bride, smile, smile, come on, smile."
"Mother of the groom; Mrs. Carter that is not a smile," Connie muttered.
Connie continued with the choreography of the wedding, smirking as Rianna, the flower girl made a production of sashaying up the aisle. She caught the little girl's triumphant smirk at her uncle William. She also caught a photograph of the blonde child's look of absolute devotion at her daddy who was standing in as William Carter's best man as Andrew and Denise Overton, the matron of honor slowly, solemnly made their way toward the altar. The bridesmaid gown of ice yellow was a striking choice of colors; the matron of honor's red hair and pale features looked remarkably photogenic when paired with the crisp yellow.
"Daddy, you seen me?" Rianna squealed when Andrew and Denice reached the altar.
"I sure did," Andrew smiled. "Why don't you go see if Grandma wants that pretty basket?"
The basket had been used when Minerva "minnie' O'Neil had married Big Bill Carter. Big Bill's baby sister Deanna had served as flower girl. Deanna Simoneaux was now thirty seven years old, and as the aunt of William Carter, was seated in the second pew of the church. She could not remember serving as flower girl, but had seen the photographs of herself haphazardly fisting flower petals everywhere.
"Here you go, Grandma!" Rianna squealed, hurrying to where Minnie sat.
"And when you get married? We'll find a sweet little girl and she'll be your flower girl," Minnie assured the young girl.
Emily Childress, a cousin of Patricia Jean Childress took Doug Wolman's arm. She looked up at the large man, very chubby face wrinkled in confusion. She looked back at the next handsome young man waiting to escort Tatiana Sneed toward the altar, then looked at Denise for confirmation.
"I uh, I thought, wasn't um, some guy, um, Robert somebody supposed be my escort?" Emily whispered to Doug.
"Don't know nothing 'bout that," Doug smiled for the camera.
Tatiana Sneed's beautiful blue eyes opened wide when she saw Jackson Fuller waiting to escort her. Looking at the man behind Jackson, Tatiana's pouting lips opened in a silent 'O' and she looked at Emily's escort. She pulled back but Jackson grabbed her hand and placed it firmly into the crook of his arm.
"Smile; they're taking our picture," Jackson hissed as he walked/dragged the resisting bridesmaid up the aisle.
"You, you're not supposed be here," Tatiana hissed, heart in her throat.
"Oh? Your boy Willie invited me," Jackson said, nodding toward the smirking William Carter.
"That, that's Doug!" Tatiana half-squealed, now seeing whom had escorted the overweight Emily Childress.
"You make one move? You even LOOK like you going do anything? I will take you out," Jackson warned as he released his death grip on her small hand.
"You can't, you don't scare me," Tatiana bravely said, tossing her blonde curls in defiance.
"And prison don't scare me. Really think Patricia's worth it?" Jackson smiled for the photographer.
Candy Thibodaux gasped as she looked into the laughing eyes of Michael Breaux. She looked around for Jamie, the handsome, somewhat older man who was supposed to escort her. She was still confused as she and Michael walked up the aisle.
The organ music swelled to an ear-splitting volume. The familiar sounds of the Wedding March began. William and Andrew turned and looked as a beaming Patricia Jean Childress stepped onto the white runner. Her father, Anthony Paul Childress beamed happily as he escorted his youngest daughter toward the altar. Even though the tuxedo looked extremely snug and uncomfortable on his bloated body, even as sweat shone on his bald pate, Tony smiled happily as he and his twenty three year old daughter walked toward the smiling William Carter.
Next to him, in her custom made beige Barragona wedding dress, five to six month baby bump evident, Patricia Childress beamed happily. Terri Dayton of T. Dayton had personally seen to Patricia's long red tresses and Patricia's makeup was meticulous. She blinked; blinded by the constant flash of the cameras but continued to smile.
"I'm going kill that bitch," Jackson Fuller hissed to Doug Woman as Tatiana stood, waving her hands in an attempt to get Patricia's attention.
"Ma'am! Stop that!" Connie hissed angrily at Tatiana Sneed.
"Fuck you," Tatiana snarled at the overbearing photographer.
