I wake up a little after 11:00a.m.

I wake up a little after 11:00a.m. on Friday and prepare myself for the day ahead. I decide to go on a run by myself today, only wanting my own thoughts to occupy my head and not Joey’s relentless rantings. After my five miles, I lock up shop and head upstairs to shower and get dressed to finish Juls and Ian’s wedding cake. The shop is closed and will be until Monday since we’ve had her wedding to prepare for and I’m grateful for the quiet. I slip on my apron and whip up the cream cheese icing that she requested, admiring the sugared dahlias that I already created to cascade down the cake. I curse myself for thinking of Reese at the sight of them and whip faster. Damn it. What guy pays attention to details like that? I’d put money on Ian not giving two shits about the flowers that took me hours to create.

After icing the cake and cleaning up my mess, I glance at the time on the oven. Its 3:30p.m. and I need to be at the church in an hour and definitely need another shower. I untie my apron and throw it on the worktop before I dart up the stairs. I’ve picked a black sleeveless dress and pumps to wear tonight, pinning half of my hair up and leaving the rest in loose waves down my back. My makeup looks elegant but not too done up and I smile weakly into the mirror as I gaze at my reflection. My dress is hanging off my body more than it used to and I know that’s because I haven’t been eating much. Besides my daily taste tests, I’m having to choke down my meals that Joey has been bringing me, or at least parts of my meals. But at least I am eating. After one last look, I grab my clutch and head towards the night I’ve been dreading.

St. Stephen’s church was Ian’s pick, as was the reception and mostly every other detail for that matter. I park along the side of the beautiful building and straighten my dress out as I make my way to the front steps. Stopping at the bottom and glancing up at the double doors, my nerves hit me in one hard rush and I want to turn right around and get back into the comfort of Sam, but I can’t. I close my eyes and grip the hand rail. “Come on, Dylan.” I pick up my feet and move up the stairs, clearing my throat before I open one of the doors.

The church is beautiful, with dark wood furnishings and stained glass windows allowing the sunlight to shine through in all different colors. Even if you aren’t religious, try stepping into a catholic church and not feeling the presence of something way the hell bigger than you. I glance up at the massive cathedral ceiling and admire the painted murals when I hear Juls screeching my name.

“There you are. Now if Brooke would just hurry the hell up we can get started.” She’s at my side instantly and looks beautiful. Dressed in a deep plum dress and her hair pulled up sleekly, she’s practically glowing. She leans in and hugs me as my eyes glance up towards the bodies at the front of the church. But of course, I didn’t need to look to know that he is here already. I felt him the moment I stepped inside this stupid building. My eyes find his instantly as he stands with Ian and the other men. His lips part slightly and I watch his chest rise with a deep intake of breath. Before I can rake my eyes down his body, I pull back from Juls and break the contact.

“You look beautiful and ready to be married.”

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself. Come on, my parents have been asking when you’d get here.” She grabs my hand and pulls me up front as I keep my eyes fixed on anyone but his. Luckily, we stop a few pews short of the men where all the parents are congregating.

“Dylan, there you are. Wow you look stunning, dear. How’s the bakery business going?” Mrs. Wicks wraps me up in a hug. She was always like a second mother to me.

“It’s great and thank you. You look amazing yourself. And how are you doing, Mr. Wicks? Ready to give your oldest daughter away?”

He pulls me into his arms and I’m immediately hit with the smell of cigars. “Fat chance. She’ll never get rid of her old man. It’s good to see you, Dylan.”

“You too.” At that moment, the front doors swing open and Brooke comes barreling through, looking like she just woke up and most likely feeling a lot worse. I hear Juls gasp behind me. “Excuse me,” I say politely before I begin quickly making my way down the aisle towards a very stupid looking bridesmaid.

“Dylan. Remember that guy last night?” I grab her wrist and pull her behind a pillar as she tries to get out of my grasp. “Jeez. What’s the big deal?”

“What the fuck? Are you still drunk?” I ask as Joey comes rushing up to us with Juls on his heels. I notice quickly that all talking has stopped at the front of the church and can feel a million pairs of eyes on us.

“No I’m not drunk. I’m just hung-over. Ooohhh which one is Reese?” I grip her harder and she yelps.

“Oh for Christ’s sake. Way to keep it classy, Brooke,” Joey whispers harshly as the preacher walks over towards us. We all straighten up a few inches.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku bangun sedikit setelah pukul 11:00 pada hari Jumat dan mempersiapkan diri untuk hari ke depan. Saya memutuskan untuk terus berlari sendiri hari ini, hanya ingin pikiran saya sendiri untuk menduduki kepalaku dan Joey rantings tanpa henti. Setelah saya lima mil, aku lock up toko dan kepala di atas untuk mandi dan berpakaian untuk menyelesaikan Juls dan Ian kue. Toko tutup dan akan sampai Senin karena kami sudah pernikahannya untuk mempersiapkan dan saya bersyukur atas yang tenang. Saya memakai saya celemek dan cambuk krim keju icing bahwa Dia diminta, mengagumi Dahlia bergula yang sudah saya buat untuk turun kue. Aku mengutuk diri untuk memikirkan Reese melihat mereka dan cambuk lebih cepat. Sial. Apa pria membayar perhatian ke rincian seperti itu? Aku akan menaruh uang di Ian tidak memberikan dua kengerian tentang bunga-bunga yang membawa saya jam untuk membuat.Setelah icing kue dan membersihkan kekacauan saya, aku melirik waktu di oven. Dengan 15:30. dan perlu di gereja dalam satu jam dan pasti perlu mandi lain. Aku keledai saya celemek dan melemparkannya pada meja kerja sebelum saya anak panah menaiki tangga. Aku telah mengambil gaun tanpa lengan hitam dan pompa untuk memakai malam ini, PIN setengah dari rambut saya atas dan meninggalkan sisanya di gelombang longgar ke punggungku. Makeup saya terlihat elegan tetapi tidak terlalu dilakukan atas dan aku tersenyum lemah ke dalam cermin saat aku menatap pada refleksi saya. Gaun saya menggantung tubuh saya lebih dulu dan aku tahu itu karena aku belum makan banyak. Selain tes rasa setiap hari, saya mengalami tersedak menuruni makanan saya bahwa Joey sudah membawa saya, atau setidaknya bagian dari makanan saya. Tapi setidaknya aku makan. Setelah satu terakhir terlihat, saya ambil kopling saya dan kepala ke arah malam aku sudah takut.Gereja St. Stephen adalah memilih Ian, seperti penerimaan dan kebanyakan setiap rincian lain hal. Aku memarkir sepanjang sisi bangunan yang indah dan meluruskan gaun saya ketika saya membuat jalan ke langkah-langkah di depan. Berhenti di bagian bawah dan melirik pintu ganda, saraf saya memukul saya terburu-buru keras yang satu dan aku ingin untuk berbalik tepat dan mendapatkan kembali dalam kenyamanan dari Sam, tapi aku tidak bisa. Aku memejamkan mata dan pegangan tangan rel. Ayolah, Dylan." Aku mengambil kakiku dan naik tangga, kliring tenggorokan saya sebelum saya membuka salah satu pintu.Gereja cantik, dengan perabotan kayu gelap dan jendela kaca patri yang memungkinkan sinar matahari bersinar melalui di semua warna. Bahkan jika Anda aren'ta agama, mencoba melangkah ke sebuah gereja Katolik dan tidak merasa adanya sesuatu jauh sih lebih besar dari Anda. Aku melirik langit-langit Katedral besar-besaran dan mengagumi lukisan mural ketika aku mendengar Juls melengking nama saya."Anda ada. Sekarang jika Brooke akan hanya terburu-buru neraka kami dapat membantu started." Dia sudah di sisi saya langsung dan terlihat indah. Mengenakan gaun prem mendalam dan rambutnya ditarik sleekly, dia hampir bersinar. Dia bersandar di dan pelukan saya sebagai saya pandangan mata atas terhadap tubuh di depan gereja. Tapi tentu saja, saya tidak perlu melihat untuk tahu bahwa dia ada di sini sudah. Aku merasa kepadanya saat aku melangkah ke dalam bangunan ini bodoh. Mata saya menemukan nya langsung sebagai dia berdiri dengan Ian dan orang-orang lain. Bibirnya bagian sedikit dan saya menonton dadanya meningkat dengan asupan yang mendalam napas. Sebelum saya dapat meraup mataku bawah tubuhnya, saya menarik kembali dari Juls dan istirahat kontak."Kau tampak cantik dan siap untuk menikah.""Terima kasih. Anda tidak terlihat begitu buruk diri sendiri. Datang, orang tua saya telah bertanya Kapan Anda akan mendapatkan di sini. " Dia meraih tanganku dan menarik saya depan karena aku terus mataku tertuju pada siapa pun kecuali nya. Untungnya, kita berhenti bangku-bangku yang beberapa dari orang-orang di mana semua orang tua berkumpul.“Dylan, there you are. Wow you look stunning, dear. How’s the bakery business going?” Mrs. Wicks wraps me up in a hug. She was always like a second mother to me.“It’s great and thank you. You look amazing yourself. And how are you doing, Mr. Wicks? Ready to give your oldest daughter away?”He pulls me into his arms and I’m immediately hit with the smell of cigars. “Fat chance. She’ll never get rid of her old man. It’s good to see you, Dylan.”“You too.” At that moment, the front doors swing open and Brooke comes barreling through, looking like she just woke up and most likely feeling a lot worse. I hear Juls gasp behind me. “Excuse me,” I say politely before I begin quickly making my way down the aisle towards a very stupid looking bridesmaid.“Dylan. Remember that guy last night?” I grab her wrist and pull her behind a pillar as she tries to get out of my grasp. “Jeez. What’s the big deal?”“What the fuck? Are you still drunk?” I ask as Joey comes rushing up to us with Juls on his heels. I notice quickly that all talking has stopped at the front of the church and can feel a million pairs of eyes on us.“No I’m not drunk. I’m just hung-over. Ooohhh which one is Reese?” I grip her harder and she yelps.“Oh for Christ’s sake. Way to keep it classy, Brooke,” Joey whispers harshly as the preacher walks over towards us. We all straighten up a few inches.