Three Girls And A Wedding by Rachel Schurig Read Free Book Online Page A

job. I felt like I needed to go out all
the time, network, meet people. It seemed like I was always going to club
openings, dinners, restaurants. I went on dates with guys based purely on their
status, on how much I thought they could help me.
    I hated it.
    When Ginny found out she was
pregnant, everything changed. I had a reason to take a step back, to relax a
little more. It was the perfect excuse to stay home, be with the girls in the
evenings and on weekends. It was hard to watch Ginny go through so much
uncertainty, but so nice to be there for her, the three of us together.
    And now she was engaged. Now she’d
have a new family. Now Josh would always be there, the one she turned to first.
    Things wouldn’t be the same for us,
is all.
    When Annie came home from work, we
decided to stay in with pizza to celebrate. We sent Josh out to get it for us,
and while he was gone, Ginny confronted us—or, rather, confronted Annie.
    “Are you okay with this, Ann? Tell
me, for real.”
    “I am. I promise. I’m happy for
you.”
    I couldn’t help but believe her.
Something had changed for her when she had her talk with Josh—she trusted
him now, with her best friend. Pretty high praise for Annie, let me tell you. I
knew then, instinctively, that Annie was going to be fine with this.
    Josh came back with the pizza and
the five of us lounged around in the living room, discussing the wedding.
    “I think we should just go down to
city hall,” Ginny said, taking a swig of pop.
    “What? Absolutely not!” I cried.
    “Why? I don’t care about the
wedding, I just want to be married.”
    “That’s all well and good, Gin, but
why wouldn’t you want the people that love you to celebrate with you?” Annie
asked.
    “I think you’ll regret it if we
don’t have a real wedding,” Josh said.
    Ginny wrinkled her forehead. “I
doubt that.”
    “Don’t you want to have a special
day?” I asked, aghast. “A day that’s all about you, all about love? Think of
the flowers Gin, the cake.” I closed my eyes, picturing it. “Oh Gin, you’d look
so beautiful in a simple a-line…with a little duster veil. And a bouquet of
dahlias and lilies…” I opened my eyes. “Don’t you want all that?”
    Ginny only shrugged.
    “What if I want it?” Josh asked.
    Ginny laughed.
    “Hey, I’m serious! Why is it always
the girl that gets to have her special, magical day? Why does the girl get to
be the princess? What if I want a wedding?”
    “I think Josh should have the
fairytale wedding about which he so obviously always dreamed,” Annie said.
    Everyone else laughed—I,
however, was too horrified at the thought of Ginny not having a wedding to be
amused.
    “Ginny, listen to me,” I said
seriously. I had to change her mind.   “It’s not about fairytales or magic or being a princess.” I wanted her
to understand this, to see what a wedding should be, how important and
wonderful they could be.
      “A wedding should be a night that’s all
about the two of you. Sharing your relationship with the people in your life.
Showing them what you’re like, the two of you, and what matters to you guys.
Let me help you, Gin. We could make this wedding so perfect, so you , I know we could.”
    Ginny looked at me for a moment.
“You know what, I think you could,” she said finally. “I think if anyone could
plan a wedding that wouldn’t make me want to throw up, it would be you.”
    I beamed at her.
    “Will you let me help you then?” I
asked. “Can we have a real wedding?”
    Ginny looked at Josh, who smiled
back at her. “Hey, I wanted one from the start.”
    “Alright then,” Ginny said. “But I
don’t want a bunch of traditional, boring crap. And I don’t want to spend a ton
of money.”
    “I swear to you, Ginny,” I said,
crossing my hands over my heart. “I’ll make this wedding just perfect for you
guys. You’ll have so much fun! And it will be cheap, I promise!”
    “Oh God, Gin, do you realize what
you’ve