CH. 54: RACHEL
Two Christmas trees adorned with white lights are staged on either end of an alter, decorated with red and white flowers. Several sets of large white candles stand in the forefront, creating a gentle, romantic, yet festive atmosphere.
Rachel looks out upon the sea of golden chairs and round, white-topped tables. There are red roses encompassing thick, white candles. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of and more.
She brings a champagne flute to her lips, sipping elegantly, but not too much. It’s probably too soon to worry whether she’s pregnant yet or not, but the guilt pangs her regardless.
Andrew fidgets in the chair next to hers.
“Are you okay?” she asks, placing a hand on his thigh.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He moves his leg away.
Rachel purses her lips, choosing to remain quiet. The last thing she wants to do is make a scene at her own wedding. She can clearly see that something is bothering him, but prying will only make it worse.
“I’m going to take a walk,” he says, standing.
She scoffs, watching him make his way through the venue, stopping briefly as family members block his path, presumably congratulating him.
She rests her head in her hand and glares at her father from across the way. I hope he’s happy, she thinks to herself.
She regrets letting Andrew pick the wedding playlist as soon as “Smooth Criminal” by Micheal Jackson starts blaring through the speakers.