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IT WAS LATE OCTOBER and here in New York the season was glorious. Down South, you never knew what the weather would be like this time of the year. There had been times when people wore shorts for Christmas, but not here. She was thoroughly enjoying the season. The leaves were breathtaking, with their vibrant hues of yellows and reds. Several of the trees have already shed their leaves, but a few still desperately clung to the trees. If you breathed in the air, you could actually smell the season. There was a crispness to the air that you didn’t get back home. She couldn’t help but enjoy being here in the fall. She was waiting outside the hotel for her cab. When the wind blew, she wished she had remembered to bring a sweater. The air had a definite chill to it.
She was looking at herself in the mirror. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. The wedding dress was exquisite. The white dress was covered with lace and pearls. It had an eight foot train and form fitting with a plunging neckline. The positively stunning dress had an astronomical price tag, but money was no object. She could afford it.
She flew on impulse to New York just to look at wedding dresses. She had always dreamed of the perfect wedding dress and the only place that would have it would be New York. Now here she was in New York, and she had found it. It did not matter that she had no groom yet; he would soon be in her future. She was sure of that. Mr. Right was out there, looking for her. They would meet when she least expected it.
She couldn’t wait for her wedding day. She had dreamed of it for so long. It would be the happiest day of her life. If only her parents were still alive to share in her joy. The sudden death of her parents was still a sore subject for her and a heavy cross to bear.
A drunk driver had taken them from her. They were on their way to Houston, Texas for a conference. Her dad had never liked flying and preferred to drive. If only they had taken the plane, they would still be here with her.
She had mourned over their loss for several weeks before she realized she had to get on with her life. Being their only child, their estate all went to her. She kept the house and property, but liquidated everything else. She took her grief and channeled it into her career.
Her mind drifted back to him and how he betrayed her. She thought by now she would be married with at least two children. But he had to ruin it all; as did all the others that she met since him. They have all betrayed her. Why must men be so deceitful? Were there any honest men left out there? This way of thinking would not help her find Mr. Right. She must think positive thoughts. He was out there, waiting for her.
She looked at herself in the mirror one more time. There was no denying that she looked good. She may put her body through hell to keep in shape, but it was worth it. The dress fit her perfectly. It was as if the dress had been made just for her. There would be no need to alter it in the slightest.
If she closed her eyes, she could imagine herself walking down the aisle to her handsome, loving groom that was waiting at the altar for her. She would have eight bridesmaids. A flower girl was just ahead of her dropping red rose petals for her to walk on.