This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Lessons from a Wedding’.
Her phone vibrated on the table jerking her out of her reverie. An incoming text message.
Gingerly, she swiped the buttons to read it. Huh. Her sister’s 14th message that day.
Before I forget, everyone in the wedding party has to have red nails.
She stared at the message for a few more seconds hoping that it would somehow change into Whatever nail polish colour you have on is fine. When it didn’t, she thought Jeez, really?
And so she went with that when she replied to her sister.
Jeez, really? Since when?
Oh, didn’t I tell you? Yes, I want you and the bridesmaid to have red nail polish on.
As if anyone would notice if they had magenta nail polish. Or even orange. What kind of red would you prefer? She was striving to be diplomatic and reminded herself that It’s not my wedding, it’s not my wedding, it’s not my wedding.
I’m not too particular about the type of red. Just not too bright. And not too pale. Oh yes, also not so glittery. Just a regular red will do. Another message arrived from her sister.
Sigh. The bride(zilla) had spoken.
She turned to the lady in front of her and said “Jolene. Not so good news. Have to remove this colour and replace with red.”
“Replace with red, ma’am? But this pink is so nice on your nails!”
“Thanks but it has to be red now.”
Jolene sighed and soaked the cotton pad with nail polish remover and proceeded to remove the pale pink she had painstakingly polished on just minutes before.