A/N: This story is the sequel to In the Spotlight, which is already posted on this site. You do not have to read the first one to read this one, but it would probably help. Thank you so much for taking interest in my story. - Bridge
I shoved my way into the church, carrying a garment bag that contained my dress, and hoping not to be late. There were camera crews everywhere, and it was nearly impossible to get inside. Mom had told me that I had to be there by eleven, but, as always, I got out of a meeting with my thesis advisor late, and was now arriving at a quarter after. Good thing the ceremony didn't start until twelve. Why hadn't I just skipped the thing for this anyway? Oh yeah, it was a huge part of my degree plan that I was about to fail miserably. If I didn't get my act together with that thing I wouldn't be graduating with honors in May.
"I'm so sorry," I said, pushing open the door to the room in the back where the bride was getting ready, "Professor Gallagher held us over again, and you know how hard that guy is on me."
"Don't worry about it, Eve," Hannah said, turning toward me so that I could see the front of her elegant wedding dress. "You made it in plenty of time to get ready. Besides, I know what it's like to be busy all the time."
I smiled as I unzipped the garment bag and looked at the pale green dress Hannah had picked for her bridesmaids. Fortunately, my hair and makeup had been done that morning, and I had merely gone to the meeting with an up-do, so that all that was left was the dress and shoes. I stripped out of my school clothes, which, given the hairstyle, consisted of a button-down shirt and a denim skirt, and carefully slipped into the dress, as I began talking to Hannah about what she was getting herself into today. I couldn't believe that she was actually about to get married. We both added jewelry to our appearance in the form of diamonds in every imaginable type.
When we had both completed our ensembles, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by the entrance of my mom and the other four bridesmaids, who consisted of her fiancé's three sisters and her best friend, Nina Martinez. "You look amazing, Hannah," my mom said, already sounding as if she had been crying for hours, "I can't believe that my little girl is getting married."
"I can't believe you still call her a little girl, she's twenty-three years old," I said, laughing at my mother's unwillingness to imagine her children as the adults we were.
"You two will always be my little girls, even when you have little girls of your own," she said, wrapping each of us up in a hug. Boy, were parents fun at weddings. Why were they always crying? It wasn't like Hannah was leaving forever. She had only moved about three blocks down the street, and I was still pretty well living at home when I wasn't at school. I had an apartment, but I preferred to be at home with my mom whenever possible, and it wasn't like school was that far away. The USC campus was only about half an hour from Beverly Hills on a good day, so, needless to say, I went home frequently.
Hannah looked at herself in the mirror with a smile that seemed to go on for miles. I doubted that there was anything in this world that could ruin her mood right then. I knew how excited she was to be doing this. She'd talked about almost nothing else for months, ever since she had become engaged. She was truly in love with her fiancé, and I had no doubt that they would be happily married for a very long time. I wished that I could be in the same situation, but love was just not something that I was good at.
As I watched Hannah talk to the other people in the room excitedly, I thought about my own history with boys. Let's see, there was Christian, of course, my first love. Chris was my first everything, kiss, love, boyfriend, and… umm… sexual experience. Oh, how I wish that had lasted sometimes. Then again, it wasn't a particularly wonderful relationship when it had existed. Christian and I dated for about a year and a half in high school. When he graduated, though, he decided that it would be better for both of us if he went single. He apparently didn't want to hurt me with the "possibility of being unfaithful." He was pretty much a typical guy, obsessed with my gorgeous sister, and an all around ass in a real relationship, even when he claimed to love me. If I had it all to do over again, I would have waited for the right guy, but it's too late now.
After Chris, I'd had a series of really bad relationships. I don't even want to get into them, I'd prefer to forget. Then there was Blake, who I had actually lived with for about three months before he cheated on me with my friend, Meghan, in my own bed. Needless to say, I didn't talk to either one of them much after that. Last I heard, Meghan had gotten pregnant, and he'd left her alone with a baby that she couldn't afford to take care of. I almost felt sorry for her.
"Evie, it's time," Hannah said, snapping me out of my mental rundown of pathetic relationships.
I smiled at her, wrapping her up in a hug, as we left the dressing room, getting into position for the ceremony. "I still can't believe you're getting married today," I said, softly.
"Me either," she said as the opening notes of Two of Us rang through the hall of the church. I plastered my best smile on my face, and moved slowly down the long aisle behind Nina. As we made our way to the altar, we moved to the left side and turned toward the door, listening to the musicians begin playing Here Comes the Bride, as Hannah walked slowly toward us with her amazing smile. She looked so graceful as she walked down the aisle with our mother on her arm. Given our non-existent relationship with our father, it made perfect sense for our mother to walk her down the aisle today.
Hannah's eyes locked with the shimmering blues that belonged to her fiancé, Bruce Granger, as she neared the altar, excitement evident in her face.
"Dearly beloved," the preacher began, and the entire church went silent. I watched dutifully as Hannah and Bruce stood in the front not listening to a thing that the preacher said, but understanding how much it meant to them. About ten minutes into the ceremony, I was to come forward and read a Bible verse and make a small speech, which I had written myself.
"A woman once said, 'In Hollywood a marriage is a success if it outlasts milk.' I found this quote by Rita Rudner appropriate for this ceremony as this is, in fact, a Hollywood wedding. I know that this is not the time for me to tell you why this relationship will last, I'll save that for the reception, but it seemed like a good place to begin. Hannah and Bruce are here today to share their lives forever. They are here before us all to declare their undying love for one another, and it is truly a beautiful expression. We were not created to go through life alone, and this ceremony is a depiction of two souls joining together as God intended. I quote Genesis chapter two verse eighteen as a way to express the purpose of this wonderful day for my wonderful sister. 'The LORD God said, "It is not good for a man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him."' Hannah and Bruce were created to help one another successfully navigate this life. Please, God, allow them to continue to help each other for all eternity."
After another twenty minutes or so, the preacher began the vows: "I, Hannah, take you, Bruce, to be my husband, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, and my one true love. On this special day, I give to you in the presence of God and all those in attendance my sacred promise to stay by your side as your wife in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad. I further promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve higher goals, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and spirit, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live."
"I, Bruce, take you, Hannah, to be my wife, knowing in my heart that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, and my one true love. On this special day, I give to you in the presence of God and all those in attendance my sacred promise to stay by your side as your husband in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad. I further promise to love you without reservation, honor and respect you, provide for your needs as best I can, protect you from harm, comfort you in times of distress, grow with you in mind and spirit, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live."
"By the power invested in me by God and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride," the preacher said, almost automatically, as Bruce and Hannah inched toward each other, kissing their first kiss as a married couple. "Ladies and gentleman," the preacher began again, as the couple separated, "I present to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Anthony Granger."
I smiled as the musicians began to play again and Bruce and Hannah ran giddily back down the aisle to the awaiting limousine. They weren't actually leaving yet since there were still pictures to be taken, but they had to do the run for effect. I loved that about them. They were always doing to the traditional thing for the sake of being traditional.
A/N: Sorry for the short beginning. It feels more like the true conclusion of the first story, but it also seems like the best place to end the beginning. I'll have the next chapter up soon,I swear.