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“My makeup – and considering I woke up with a zit on my forehead at thirty-three years old? I didn’t figure she would want to wear my stuff.”
“Whoa… whoa… WHOAAA…” Giselle said loudly, putting out her hands and staring at the seven women surrounding her. “Hi?! What is going on?”
“We missed your wedding,” Melody smiled at Marisol, before turning back to Giselle. “Soooo? We decided to throw together a mock-one, Flyboys style.”
“Redneck… redneck style,” Meredith coughed under her breath, causing Harley to laugh easily and nod at her friend.
“A… wedding?” Giselle repeated, stunned, as she looked at the satin dress on her where her combat boots stuck out from underneath. The satin skirt was too short and stopped at her ankles. No one could zip the back because while the dress was short in stature, it was also exceedingly tiny in the waist and didn’t fit.
“Whose dress is this?”
“I picked it up at a yard sale and Meredith had the brilliant idea to donate it for Angel Gowns.”
“I always pick them up if I see them,” Meredith admitted quietly. “Yard sales, Goodwill, wherever I spot one – I buy it. They gave me an Angel Gown for my first son, Aaron, and never looked back. This will make number thirty-five that I’ve donated over the years… so try not to get it stained for me – please?”
“Her first child was stillborn. People donate wedding gowns and burial gowns are made for infants with them, giving them to the grieving mothers,” Glory whispered – and Giselle’s eyes widened as she looked at Meredith to the wedding gown on her and back, nodding immediately.
“I had no idea,” she admitted softly.
“We all look for them now and just give them to Meredith. She likes to give back, so if you spot one? Grab it. Now, are we going inside or what?”
“Let’s go!”
Two sets of hands grabbed her arms while another set pushed her from behind, causing her to laugh in amusement… this was not a problem in the slightest and she was touched by how sweet this all was.
As they entered the small shop that said ‘Dixie’s Café’ – she realized it was actually a bakery, smelling the sugary sweetness almost immediately just before she spotted Austin.
… Standing next to a three-tiered wedding cake with tan, blue, and yellow roses, with Army green leaves on it. It was strangely perfect. No, she never imagined her cake to have pink roses, but to see the Army and Air Force colors combined was a little… chaotic.
“Hit me!” Austin called out – and Firefly threw him a wooden spoon as someone turned on the music. Her husband began singing to the tune of Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believin’… but with very,verymodified lyrics.
Just an Army girl,
Livin’ in a lonely world,
She took the plane going anywhere…
Just a poor Flyboy…
Born and raised in Arkansas…
He took the plane going anywhere.
A singer in a bakery room,
The smell of sweets, margaritas, and cheap perfume…
“Oh gosh, this is utterly terrible,” Firefly muttered openly causing Alpo, Thumper, and Romeo to laugh easily… as they grabbed wooden spoons too.
Her heart was beating wildly in disbelief that this was an actual party, a reception, to celebrate their marriage. Her ‘cup’ was overflowing with happiness, as the guys all started belting out the actual lyrics, which sounded so much better.
She clapped her hands together, holding them over her heart, as she stood there in a too tight wedding dress, watching the ‘wedding party’ serenade her badly among their friends.
Austin walked over, grabbed her around the waist and spun her around for a moment, singing to her…
“Never stop believing in our fairytale,” he smiled, just before he dipped her slightly. “Even when we fly back, believe in this magic, because I am never giving this up… and we’ll figure it out.”
“I believe you,” she smiled lovingly.
