Wedding Cake and Trainers

Jean stood in her mother’s living room back straight as broomstick and temper under a tight grip. “Mother, why are we still arguing over this?” She asked, pacing to the fireplace and back.

Her mother sat in a wooden rocker in front of the window. “Of course we are. You can’t really be thinking about wearing trainers in your wedding. You should wear heels and a beautiful dress, while Ryan wears a tuxedo and dress shoes,” the woman said.

Jean sighed. “We are allowed to wear whatever we want. It’s our, wedding not yours.” Jean snapped, the grip on her temper slipping. 

Her mother stood from the chair. “Nope. You are my daughter. As such, it is my day. And it will not be a circus. It will be an elegant affair with the class of a person of my stature,” she said.

Jean lost her temper completely. “Are you crazy? You got married years ago. This is my day. You will not take over. If you can’t agree with that, then you aren’t welcome,” she said, turning and walking out of the room. 

She could hear her mother’s shriek could be heard as she headed to the front door. “But I’m important.”

Jean stepped outside. Fighting with her mother wasn’t on the plan for today. She pulled out her phone and called her fiancée. 

He answered on the third ring. “How did it go?” He asked.

She reached her car and slipped behind the wheel as she answered him. “I can’t believe that damn woman. She thinks it’s her day. That she can decide everything about the day we get married,” she said.

Ryan’s laugh floated across the line. “Is she still stuck on the trainers?”

Jean connected her phone to the bluetooth of the car and set it into the holder on the dash to continue the conversation as she drove. “Yep, she thinks she is going to dictate how the day is going to go. I told her if she can’t let us have our day, she isn’t welcome,” she said.

“You actually told her she wouldn’t be welcome if she didn’t back off? How did you do that without her blowing up?” He asked. 

She pulled out into traffic. “Oh, she blew up. I didn’t stay, just walked out of the house and left. I’m driving home now,” she said.

“I should be home in about an hour myself. Got out of the meeting a few minutes ago,” he said.

She maneuvered her car through the streets. As she passed under one of the bigger bridges in town, the phone cut out. “Damn it.” She waited until the phone reconnected to the tower. “Hey, Siri. Call Ryan,” she said.

Siri’s voice responded. “Calling Ryan.”

He answered it on the first ring. “Water Street?” He asked.

“Yeah, phone always cuts out. How did your meeting go?” She asked.

“I got the time off and the bonus. So we are ready to go for the honeymoon,” he said.

“Good. Did you get ahold of Paul?” She asked.

“No, he seems to be out of the country.” He said. 

She pulled into their driveway and shut the car off. “I’m home, should have dinner ready by the time you get home. I love you.” She said.

“I love you too,” he said, before hanging up the phone. 

She tucked her phone into her pocket and headed into the house. It was only a week until the wedding and she was looking forward to everything about it – other than dealing with her mother. She wandered around the house, making dinner and setting things up for a romantic evening with Ryan. 

Jean looked up at the sound of a key in the lock. Stepping out of the kitchen, she watched the door swing open. Ryan called out as he stepped into the room. “Hey, Jean. Smells wonderful in here.” He said.

“Thanks. Dinner should be done in about ten minutes. Why don’t you grab a shower while we wait?” She said. 

He nodded, heading through the house to the bathroom. She went back into the kitchen. Finishing up the last of dinner preparation, she set the table and waited for him to come out. Two minutes later, he stepped out wearing jeans with a t-shirt and his new black trainers. “I thought you needed a laugh,” he said.

She laughed. Their wedding was going to be great, and she adored her soon-to-be husband.

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