Single Mama's Got More Drama. Kayla Perrin
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she began, then hesitated.
I frowned. Maybe everything wasn’t okay. Was my sister having a problem with her husband, Morris? They’d gone through a brief rough patch, but as far as I knew, they were blissfully in love again.
“Nikki?” I prompted.
“I have something to ask you. Something important.”
“Okay,” I said cautiously.
“I know this is going to seem a bit weird, but given everything that’s happened, I think it’s right.”
“Just tell me already.”
“All right.” Now, I heard a smile in my sister’s voice. “I’m hoping that you’ll agree…to be the maid of honor at my wedding!”
It took a good couple of seconds for my sister’s words to register. And then I was confused.
Considering she was already married.
“Your what?” I asked.
“My wedding,” Nikki repeated.
“You already had one of those. Eight years ago.”
“I know, silly,” Nikki said. “But Morris and I are renewing our vows.”
“You are?” I asked, my voice a croak. Not because I wasn’t happy for my sister, but because I vividly remembered her first wedding. It had been a very elaborate and expensive affair. Mostly, I remembered how my sister had turned into Bridezilla as she planned the most important day of her life. She complained about practically everything. The floral arrangements weren’t big enough, not pretty enough, the bridesmaids dresses were too long, then too short. The menu changed at least once a week before it had to be firmed up. She wanted over-the-top elaborate on a scale that only celebrities typically indulge in. Anyone who tried to reason with her—namely, me, Morris and their wedding planner—got an earful and often a bout of tears thrown in on top of that.
Nikki is my only sibling, and eight years my senior. She can be trying on a good day, but when she’s stressed out, she’s pretty much unbearable.
“I know what you’re thinking. That a second wedding now is at least fifteen years too soon. But after Morris’s indiscretion, we felt it was best to have a brand-new start. You know.”
“Hey, you have to do what you need to do,” I said. If she felt a renewing of vows was in order, who was I to argue? “What are you thinking? A small ceremony somewhere?” Hopefully a city hall wedding, where she couldn’t be too demanding. A justice of the peace could marry them, and then we all could be on our merry way without the headaches that would come from a bigger wedding.
“Nothing too big,” Nikki said. “Maybe seventy-five or a hundred people.”
“What?”
“And it’s got to be on the beach. I said I want to go somewhere exotic, like Thailand. But Morris says the Keys will be fine, or maybe Jamaica or the Bahamas.”
Was my sister serious? Or was she pulling an early morning prank? I didn’t know what was worse—that she thought one hundred people constituted a small wedding, or that she expected a hundred people to travel across the world to Thailand for her second “once in a lifetime” day.
That had been her mantra the first time around. That she needed this extravagant thing, or that impossible to get thing because it was for her “once in a lifetime” day.
How nice she got to have two.
“Are you serious about Thailand?” I asked, half-chuckling. “I mean, you can’t be—right?”
“What’s wrong with Thailand?” she asked, sounding a little dismayed.
I felt the headache coming on already. Bridezilla Part Two. Oh, the joy.
“I hear Thailand is one of the most beautiful places in the world,” my sister went on.
“I’m sure it is…but I don’t think anyone has ever traveled there to have what they’d describe as a ‘small’ second wedding. Seventy-five to a hundred people? That’s not a small wedding, sis.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Nikki asked. “Aren’t you happy for me?”
“Of course I’m happy for you. I’m very happy that you and Morris are staying together and that you’re working things out. It’s just—”
“That it hurts you to see me having a second wedding when you haven’t even had your first?”
I gritted my teeth at the comment. Counted to three. Made sure that when I spoke, I didn’t say something I would end up regretting.
“No,” I began. “I was going to say that what you’re proposing sounds very expensive. A small, intimate wedding at city hall would accomplish the exact same thing. A renewal of your vows. And if you still want to go to Thailand, go for your second honeymoon.”
Silence. Nikki must have been mulling over my suggestion.
“You think seventy-five of your closest friends will be willing to hop on a plane to Thailand?” I asked, my tone saying the question was rhetorical.
“Probably fifty or sixty of them.”
I highly doubted that. My sister’s friends were all like her—married with children. Not to mention their careers. I didn’t see that many of them being able—or willing—to head to Thailand for her second wedding.
“Will you do it?” she asked. “Be my maid of honor?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Of course.” I really didn’t have a choice. I could only hope that as the weeks passed—and common sense set in—Nikki would decide on having her wedding a little closer to home.
“Good. I’m so excited!” she squealed. “A second wedding, a fresh start. This is going to be wonderful.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“I was thinking maybe December. Over Christmas, when everyone will have time off. That’ll give everyone time to start making travel arrangements now for their trip to Thailand.”
I suddenly realized that when it came to Nikki, “common sense” wasn’t necessarily a factor. For some reason, she was stuck on Thailand. “I thought you said that Morris wanted to go to the Keys or the Bahamas,” I said, hoping to steer her off the far east course.
“Yes. But I want to go to Thailand.”
I shook my head. My sister. There was no getting through to her. When she got an idea about something, no one could change her mind.
I wondered if Morris even wanted a second wedding, or if he was strictly going along with the suggestion as penance for his sin of adultery.
“Oh, I have to run,” Nikki suddenly said. “We’re going to church.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
“If you want, you can meet us there for the later service. There are a few eligible bachelors in the congregation.”
“I’ll think about it,” I lied. I wasn’t against the idea of going to church. Eli and I used to go together sometimes. What I didn’t want was my sister trying to hook me up between hymns.
“Don’t just think about it,” Nikki said. “Do it.”
“Later, sis.”
“’Bye.”
Once I hung up with Nikki, I called Carla and asked if she wanted to go to the zoo with the kids.
“Oooh,” she said. “That sounds like fun.”
“Meet you at your place for noon?”
“You’re on.”
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