It all sounds simple and easy, doesn't it?
Wrong...
My journey is more of a zig zag than a top stitch along a straight seam as I search for the perfect bride who is my soul mate.
Dear Diary;
My Bride
From inside my garment bag, I could tell I’d been hung on a hook from the closet door. I must be in my angry bride’s room.
The scrape at the door, then a squeak as it opened, alerted me. My bride was home.
I could barely make out her silhouette through the plastic.
A click filled the air an instant before a light flashed on. She made her way over to me only to stop and reach out a hand to unzip the bag. The dark-haired girl swayed, blinked then focused. Once she freed me of my confines, she stared. My bodice burned from the intensity of her look.
“My dear…” She hiccuped and giggled then she plopped down on the edge of her bed. “…Bella. You are a beauty. Too bad, I’ll never get to wear you. Besides, you deserve to be worn on a happy occasion.”
What was she talking about?
Then her eyes widened, her hand flew to her mouth, she glanced around the room. I wondered if she thought someone else was there to overhear.
No one had entered since her mother had carefully hung me on the rack. I knew we were alone.
Cecelia leaned forward. “Don’t tell anyone, it’s our little secret. Okay?” She crawled into her bed, reached and flicked off the light and the room darkened.
I heard a soft chuckle. Premonition ruffled my lace.
Whatever she’d been talking about couldn’t be good. I waited. I wanted to know what she was planning. If she wasn’t going to wear me, then who would? Why did she pick me?
How I wished the magic Heidi had always told us about was real and I could speak. Then I could shout my questions to the girl who now lay snoring gently.
I sighed. There would be no more information.
Again, I found myself listening to the clock tick the seconds off. Waiting for the light gradually to seep through the slats of the blinds as dawn crested over Manhattan.
If Cecelia isn’t my soul mate, then what is my purpose? Must I do something in order to earn my right to my perfect bride?
My non-bride stirred on the bed. A miserable groan rent the air. The poor girl must be sick. She struggled to sit up, her head hung, her arms bent at the elbows braced on her knees.
“Oh…my…God… Why did I mix wine with the hard stuff.”
She bolted to her feet. My silk chilled as she brushed by me and disappeared into another room. Seconds after the door shut, I heard a strange sound.
What the scrap was wrong with her?
My only experience with people was Heidi and her assistants. They never acted like Cecelia.
Fear ripped down my zipper.
(Formerly published as Three Weddings and a Dress)
My Bride
From inside my garment bag, I could tell I’d been hung on a hook from the closet door. I must be in my angry bride’s room.
The scrape at the door, then a squeak as it opened, alerted me. My bride was home.
I could barely make out her silhouette through the plastic.
A click filled the air an instant before a light flashed on. She made her way over to me only to stop and reach out a hand to unzip the bag. The dark-haired girl swayed, blinked then focused. Once she freed me of my confines, she stared. My bodice burned from the intensity of her look.
“My dear…” She hiccuped and giggled then she plopped down on the edge of her bed. “…Bella. You are a beauty. Too bad, I’ll never get to wear you. Besides, you deserve to be worn on a happy occasion.”
What was she talking about?
Then her eyes widened, her hand flew to her mouth, she glanced around the room. I wondered if she thought someone else was there to overhear.
No one had entered since her mother had carefully hung me on the rack. I knew we were alone.
Cecelia leaned forward. “Don’t tell anyone, it’s our little secret. Okay?” She crawled into her bed, reached and flicked off the light and the room darkened.
I heard a soft chuckle. Premonition ruffled my lace.
Whatever she’d been talking about couldn’t be good. I waited. I wanted to know what she was planning. If she wasn’t going to wear me, then who would? Why did she pick me?
How I wished the magic Heidi had always told us about was real and I could speak. Then I could shout my questions to the girl who now lay snoring gently.
I sighed. There would be no more information.
Again, I found myself listening to the clock tick the seconds off. Waiting for the light gradually to seep through the slats of the blinds as dawn crested over Manhattan.
If Cecelia isn’t my soul mate, then what is my purpose? Must I do something in order to earn my right to my perfect bride?
My non-bride stirred on the bed. A miserable groan rent the air. The poor girl must be sick. She struggled to sit up, her head hung, her arms bent at the elbows braced on her knees.
“Oh…my…God… Why did I mix wine with the hard stuff.”
She bolted to her feet. My silk chilled as she brushed by me and disappeared into another room. Seconds after the door shut, I heard a strange sound.
What the scrap was wrong with her?
My only experience with people was Heidi and her assistants. They never acted like Cecelia.
Fear ripped down my zipper.
(Formerly published as Three Weddings and a Dress)
Amazon reviewer - I'm a picky reader gives 5 Stars~~
I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed reading this story! The fact that Bella (the wedding gown) could think and feel and dream of finding her soul mate was very interesting, and made this book by Mary Martinez a very enjoyable read. The writing was clean and the dialogue natural, and the plot was very entertaining. Thank you, Mary Martinez! I hope you continue to write more books!
Mav' at Coffee Time Romance - 4 cups ~~
What an utterly delightful story! Completely different from any of the books I have read until now. Who does not want a perfect wedding dress?
They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.
Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA). During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference.
Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.
GO UTES!
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