Unable to look away, I watched Emanuel watch me the entire trip down the aisle. His black hair was slicked back stylishly and his olive skin glowed. His muscular body was wrapped in a black tuxedo. His eyes traveled up my body and when our eyes met, he licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair. My skin heated instantly. Even when I had to turn away from him to position myself with the other bridesmaids, I could still feel his eyes on me.
“All rise!” the minister commanded. Once everyone was on their feet, Emily and Mr. Mills appeared at the door and the crowd gasped collectively. I was grinning as she made her way toward her future with Anthony. The ceremony flew by and it seemed like only ten minutes had passed when the minister announced, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Anthony, you may kiss your bride.”
After we finished taking pictures, we returned to the main area of The Smoke Room. My eyes widened as I took in the transformation. Because we were secluded in the makeshift bridal suite, I never saw what they were doing to turn the space into something reminiscent of Phantom of the Opera. The bold reds and touches of black and white, the masks, and the wedding programs that were created to look like show programs all came together beautifully. Instead of place cards, Phantom of the Opera masks with guests’ names indicated where everyone sat.
“This is beautiful!” I remarked to the best man, Timothy.
“Yeah, they went all out, didn’t they?” Timothy responded as he escorted me to the head table.
I looked around the room and I didn’t see any signs of Ty. Then again, most people have already put on their Phantom masks so…, I thought with a shake of the head because Emily specifically told Jillian to prevent that from happening. I looked around and the entire bridal party was seated. The adjacent VIP tables were specifically reserved for parents, grandparents and dates of the wedding party. Each time I looked at that table, I didn’t see anyone who looked like they could be Ty.
After dinner was served, the DJ announced it was time for the dances. I immediately got up. Walking on stage I immediately sat down on one of the two stools that were placed in front of two microphones. I didn’t eat because I felt a little nervous about performing. Besides the fact that it was the biggest day in my best friend’s life, I would be singing in front of more than 200 guests, including Emanuel and Ty. Even though I hadn’t yet seen Ty, I thought as I mentally planned to go to the bridal suite area and check my cell phone.
I looked around the room and didn’t see Emanuel either. Oh God, he was so pissed, he’s going to bail on the song. Emily is going to hate me forever if I ruined this moment for her, I thought, feeling slightly panicked. As soon as I thought I felt the first dot of anxiety induced perspiration, Emanuel walked out from behind the stage curtain with his guitar. Thank God, I thought and exhaled loudly with relief.
The DJ nodded at us and we looked at each other. Leaning toward his microphone, Emanuel tapped it twice. “Hey. We’d like to thank you all for being here to celebrate the marriage of Emily and Anthony. They are about to have their first dance, so if everyone could gather around the dance floor.”
Rubbing my hands down the side of my thighs, I cleared my throat.
“Are you ready?” Emanuel mouthed to me. I nodded.
“My name is Emanuel Mills, Emily’s older brother. And this is Sahara Lee, Emily’s best friend. Anthony and Emily asked us to sing their first dance song so here goes.”
Emanuel started playing the opening chords to ‘When The Right One Comes Along’ and people started clapping instantly. Closing my eyes, I started the first verse. The lyrics flowed out of me as if I wrote the song myself. After getting through the first couple of lines, I opened my eyes. When Emanuel came in and harmonized with me, I looked at him. His grey eyes sucked me in and held me captive. With each line, I felt increasingly emotional. His face remained impassive, but his eyes burned passionately into me. I wanted to watch Emily and Anthony’s first dance, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Emanuel.
Just because he sang it like he meant it, doesn’t mean he was singing it about me, I thought as we concluded our song.
Walking off the stage, Emanuel was ahead of me. We had almost made it to the changing area when Emanuel stopped in his tracks. “What the hell was that?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. Walking past him, I entered the changing area and grabbed my handbag.
“You know exactly what I mean. I told you I’m done. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t sing to me like that. Just don’t.” He didn’t sound angry; he sounded tired. He sounded like I was exhausting him.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” I apologized. “From the bottom of my heart I’m sorry.” Pulling the letter with his name on it out of the zippered center of my handbag, I held it up to him. He looked like he wasn’t going to take it at first. But begrudgingly, he took it. “I just wanted to explain some things to you. Please read it.”
Emanuel opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it as he whipped around, slamming the door behind him.
Sighing, I shook my head. All I can do is offer him my truth, I thought.
Finding my cell phone, I checked and saw a couple of missed calls and three text messages—all from Ty.
Tyree Barker: Flight was overbooked because of the holidays. I’ll be there soon.
Tyree Barker: Just landed. Booked us at The Renaissance.
Tyree Barker: Here.
I started texting Ty back, but deleted it. I decided it would be more fun to find him since I knew he was actually in the building.
With my mask on and my handbag flung over my shoulder, I searched each and every man who could reasonably be Tyree Barker. I even did a double take at people who didn’t even fit his physical description. The one place I didn’t think to look was the front steps. And there he is, I thought when I saw him in his charcoal suit. He was on the phone when I came up behind him.
“I told you what I had to do, Bennett. You’re going to have to take care of that for me. I’ll probably take an earlier flight. Yeah… a waste. I feel you. You were right. Okay thanks man.”
Turning around, he saw me standing a few feet away and he instantly tensed. “Sahara,” he sighed.
Scrunching my face up, I frowned a bit. “Hey…” I said back as he just stared at me. Not the welcome I was expecting, I thought in confusion.
He didn’t say anything so I continued, “Okay well, I have something for you…” I pulled out the letter with his name on it and handed it to him. “Please read this. All of it.”
He nodded as he took the letter rather dismissively and put it in his coat pocket. Looking past me, he took a deep breath. His jaw clenched several times causing a knot to form in the pit of my belly.
“What’s wrong? Was your flight okay?” I asked. Even as the words left my lips, I knew that whatever was bothering him had nothing to do with his flight.
His chocolate eyes found mine and he just stared at me. Before he opened his mouth to say anything, I knew it was coming. My gut told me it was coming.
“I travel during the busiest time of year to come to your best friend’s wedding and when I get here, I walk in on you and Emanuel singing to each other.”
“I thought I told you Emily wanted us to sing?” I began to get flustered. I did tell him that didn’t I? Yes, I did. I know I did, I silently assured myself.
“You told me that you both were singing. You didn’t tell me that you two were singing together. But that isn’t even my point! You weren’t just singing together, you were singing to each other.”
My heart started beating faster and I swallowed hard. “That’s just the way the song was written. It is the—”
“What’s going on between you and Emanuel?” Ty interrupted with a quiet force that made my blood run cold. He ran his hand down the front of his black tailored suit jacket.
“Wh—what?” I asked him. My eyes started to water as I looked at him. “I would never cheat on you Ty. You know that.”
Ty’s face clouded over. “I told you, I don’t play these games, Sahara.”
“I—I’m not playing games,” I stammered nervously. I couldn’t get my thoughts together. Everything was spiraling quickly.
“I’m going to ask you this one time. Are you still in love with him?”
Inhale 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Exhale 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I coached myself before I answered my boyfriend honestly. “Yes.”
Ty shut his eyes tightly and rubbed the back of his neck. Breathing heavily, he didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was pissed.
The silence stretched between us, so I continued quickly, “I also love you, Ty. I do. And—”
“Sahara,” Isabella called from the door. I turned around, thankful for the temporary distraction.
“Hey Isabella! What’s going on?”
“Emily needs us. I think she wants our help with something. She wants all of us to meet in the bridal area and she sent me to find you specifically.”
“Oh of course! Tell her I’ll be right there!”
I turned back around to face Ty, but he was gone.
Chapter 32
“Who was that?” Isabella asked as we walked back to the wedding reception.
“My boyfriend,” I muttered. Or ex-boyfriend. I don’t even know anymore, I thought as we walked into the crowded reception area.
“Nice,” she whistled. I gave her a smile and nodded.
The music was pumping through the speakers and all the guests were on the dance floor. Walking around the crowd, we headed to the backstage area where Emily and the other bridesmaids were touching up their makeup. As soon as we walked through the door, Emily started yelling, causing everyone else to yell with her.
“I’m married!” she screamed excitedly, jumping up and down. Isabella and I quickly joined in. Someone cracked open a bottle of champagne and we raised our glasses. After having our private, girls-only moment, Emily opened a duffle bag.
“Thank you so much for being a part of my bridal party. You are all so important to me. As my closest friends, I just wanted to give you something to show you how much you are appreciated.” Pulling out boxes, she handed each of us a box. “You can open them now.”
I took my time opening my beautifully wrapped gift. Everyone else tore into theirs, pulling out silk scarves. I pulled out my silk scarf and rubbed the smooth fabric against my cheek. When I went to return the scarf to the box, I noticed something extra in there. Pulling it out, I saw a metal picture frame with two pictures. Pulling it out, I was confronted with a picture of toddler Emily with her arms around toddler me. We couldn’t have been more than one years old. Someone must’ve posed us with our arms around each other, I thought as I smiled at the picture. The other picture of us was from Emily’s photo shoot that took place Friday that I was pulled into. Again, we were posed with our arms around each other. Looking at the picture, fresh tears prickled my eyes.
When I looked up, Emily was smiling at me. I held the frame to my chest and a rogue tear instantly fell.
“Okay ladies, I need a moment alone with Sahara and then it’ll be time for the tosses!”
All of the bridesmaids, filed out of the room. Once the door closed, I broke down and cried. “Thank you for this.” I held up the frame before clutching it to my chest again. “Thank you.”
“Don’t cry! You’re going to make me cry again!” Emily said as her eyes started watering. Once her first tear fell, she cursed. “Dammit Sahara!” she yelled, shaking her fist in the air.
We laughed and hugged. Once we got ourselves together, Emily asked, “Has Ty made it yet?”
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“Well we need to get out there. The alcohol has been flowing and he looks too good. Some of these chicks might get handsy!” Emily joked.
I tried to smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I know the plan was for me to stay in the hotel with Ty, but since you’re going to be at Anthony’s, would you mind if I stayed at your place tonight?”
“What happened?” Emily’s smile fell instantly.
“I’m not going to bore you with the details during your wedding, but I swear, I will tell you every detail before our flights take off tomorrow,” I promised, walking to the closed door.
“Okay well at least give me a hint. You know I hate being left in suspense,” Emily pleaded, following behind me.
With my hand on the doorknob, I turned around and looked at her. “He said he saw something when Emanuel and I were singing.”
Emily pulled a face and looked away. Her cheeks turned pink.
“What?” I asked slowly, suspiciously.
“Everyone saw that. I mean, wow. Even Anthony and I kept glancing at you two while you were singing. It was beautiful. I love the song, that’s why I picked it. But the way you two were singing it. I don’t know…”
I gave her a look and she winked, “Or maybe it was just the song choice.”
After we left the backstage bridal area, I searched for Ty but I couldn’t find him. Emanuel had been doing an awesome job avoiding me. Even with us both being part of the bridal party, I couldn’t find him. With only thirty minutes before midnight, Emily and Anthony cut the five-tier lemon cake and did their bouquet and garter tosses. After the major reception moments, I found myself off to the side watching everything unfold. Jillian kept things moving and before I knew it, it was only a few minutes before midnight. The DJ made an announcement for everyone to grab a glass of champagne and get on the dance floor as he played ‘New Year’s Eve.’
With glasses in hand, we counted down and screamed “Happy New Year.” From my seat in a corner, I watched everyone ring in the New Year happily. I rested my head against the wall and sipped my champagne as my legs dangled from the bar stool I was sitting on.
“Happy New Year dear!” Grandma Mills exclaimed, startling me.
“Happy New Year, Grandma Mills,” I coughed, the champagne choking me.
“You okay? My God, you are over here choking!” Completely oblivious that her sneaking up on me was the cause of my choking, Grandma Mills sat down on the bar stool next to me.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I coughed again. “It went down the wrong pipe.”
“Why are you over here by yourself? The party is over there!”
“I was over there Grandma. I just came over here a few minutes ago. What are you doing over here? I thought you told me an hour ago you were going to leave.”
“I was. But then I got a second wind. When you’re my age, when you get a second wind, you ride it out!”
I laughed in response. “I hear that!”
“I’m about to leave now though because just as quickly as that wind came, it left.”
“Well it was good seeing you. I’ve missed you. I think about you a lot,” I said, reaching over to squeeze her wrinkled hand. She placed her other hand over top of our clasped ones and patted.
“I think about you too. I love you. You are one of my grandchildren. Always have been, always will be. Don’t go disappearing again. It’s not good for someone my age to have to miss someone as much as I missed you.”
“I know. I won’t. I promise.”
Grandma Mills hopped off of the barstool and stood in front of me. “I came over here to tell you goodbye and to also tell you that you and Manny need to start a singing group. I heard you up there singing. I heard both of you.”
Gazing at her fondly, I got off of my bar stool too. No, we will not be starting a singing group, Grandma Mills. He won’t even talk to me and we barely got through the one song we had to sing together, I thought with amusement. “I don’t think so,” I laughed dryly.
“No dear. I heard you,” Grandma Mills repeated seriously, widening her eyes.
“I know,” I nodded, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a warm hug.
“You don’t get it, but you will,” Grandma Mills leaned back and winked before walking away.
As soon as she walked away, I sent a text to Ty.
Sah
ara Lee: Where are you? Can we please talk?
Sahara Lee: Ty please talk to me. The reception is ending soon. Meet me at Emily’s. Please come talk to me.
The reception ended at 1am. We threw confetti at Emily and Anthony as they ran to their limo. Once they pulled off, Jillian turned into a drill sergeant. Everyone was out of the building by 1:15am as the cleaning crew made their way inside. I took a taxi to Emily’s and I was showered and in bed by 2am.
As I stretched out in bed, I let the melody of ‘Like A Star’ fill the room. The weight of the day was heavy on me. Focusing on Emily and the excitement of her day, I tried not to allow myself to fully feel the impact of my interactions with both Emanuel and Ty. I’m glad I was able to give them both their letters. Regardless of what happens, they needed to know the truth, I convinced myself silently. My heart clenched. Being completely honest will probably result in me ending up alone. But I had to do it. I don’t want to be miserable. And they deserve better than me. Emanuel said I was selfish. Ty said I was playing games. As I reflected over their descriptions of me, my eyes burned with unshed tears. I don’t even understand how they could love me. I’ve done horrible things. I pushed them away. I hurt them.
Biting my tongue, I prevented the tears from falling. I have to be strong. I have to mentally prepare myself for what’s going to happen. Like Emily said, I need to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. I want them to forgive me, so I had to be honest with them about everything. I had to let it all out. And hopefully, they will read the letters and not throw them away. And once they read them, everything changes. From that point forward, I’m completely exposed, I thought, nervously fidgeting with the comforter. The darkness of the room and the impending darkness I felt in my future collided and a hot, salty tear trickled down my face.
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