Today is the big day, mother says. Whatever. Mother flutters about, delirious smiles, and twittering giggles. Matron of Honor. Like someone appointed her official Susie Sunshine.
And there is the little interloper, Harriett. Groom’s relative somehow.
Aunt Jaimie is busy with all that bride stuff. The hair, the makeup, the dress, and lots of laughing. And little Harriett is the middle of it all, led around by her little pug nose. Even mother is in on it, making her a part of the ceremony.
None of them remember or care. The flower girl was supposed to be me. Not Harriett.
Photo is by Molly. (100 words)