Just Breathe Again - Mia Villano Page 0,81

beautiful friend looked.

“Do you like this one?” she asked, trying not to smile. She already knew this was the one she wanted.

“That’s the one,” Marsha yelled, putting her hands to her mouth.

“Lydia would say ‘You look hot, Mom.’ Jeannie couldn’t help it as the tears poured down her face.

“Baby, don’t cry. She’s saying that to you now, that’s why you thought of her. Lydia’s right here with us, honey. Don’t be sad or I will have to do something obscene to snap you out of this and I know you don’t want me doing it in here.” Marsha handed her a Kleenex she had in her purse.

“I’m so happy, yet I miss her so much. I want her to be with me on this special day. She would have loved Kane and Carmen,” she cried, as Marsha hugged her.

“Honey, she’s here, smiling at you. I know you sense her that’s why you are so moved. Enjoy this moment and remember she was right, this happened to bring you to Kane.”

Jeannie nodded and sniffled. She was afraid her mascara would run on the dress she couldn’t afford and hadn’t even bought yet. She wiped her eyes and smiled at Carmen.

Marsha smiled and slapped her on the ass as she walked back into the dressing room. “Get your ass back in the dressing room and let’s buy this dress.”

“I love you,” she said, sticking her head out the door.

“I know you do and I love you too,” laughed Marsha.

The day of the wedding was perfect. The weather was warm, sunny, with a light breeze in the air. Marsha was in rare form, fluttering around the house, and supervising the crew there to decorate. The caterers were arriving and they were aggravating her with how slow they were being. Her home was transformed into a beautiful arena of white and cream flowers, tents and twinkling lights everywhere.

The guests began to arrive and Jeannie was still unaware of who was coming. Marsha did a good job keeping it a secret.

Jeannie was nervous, overjoyed, and sad at the same time. The night before she spent alone in a hotel Marsha arranged for her and spent the whole night thinking, crying, and putting the two people she missed and loved in her memories forever. She had to put the grief and pain behind her, but never forget. She loved Vince with all her heart; he was her first love. No one could ever take his place. She missed her daughter so bad and wanted to have her there on that most special day. Marrying Kane was so right. The pain and suffering she endured brought her to him where she belonged. She was supposed to grow old with him and make a new life with him.

Jeanie wanted her wedding at dusk. The day was beautiful and led into an amazing night. Father Dave arrived, and he set up on the little area they used as an altar. Kane came down the steps and everyone turned to look at him and Michael. Kane looked like something from a magazine. Marsha nearly fainted.

“You should see what you are sleeping with tonight, you bitch,” she laughed as she straightened her dress for her.

“Does he look good?”

“Good, is not the word. Lickable is more like it,” they both laughed.

“Are you okay?” Marsha asked.

“I’m more than okay. I’m so fortunate to find someone as wonderful as Kane. You know I was thinking last night, I’m one lucky woman. I’ve had two great men in my life and that’s incredible.”

“I, on the other hand, am still waiting for my one great man,” Marsha said.

“Honey, you will find him. I know he is out there waiting for you or hiding from you. Poor guy,” Jeannie joked.

“Funny, doesn’t Kane have a brother or cousin, hell I would take his dad.”

“You’re sick. His dad is ninety. Didn’t you see them wheeling him in the house?” she said.

“Does he look as good as his son, and the bigger question is, can he still get it up?”

Jeannie busted into hysterics. “I…I…don’t even know how to respond, you sicko.” Carmen came in looking like a model. She was wearing a lace off-white dress and high heels. She had her hair in bun with flowers placed around.

“Hi, you two. I talked to Dad, he’s so nervous and it’s not like him.”

Marsha wanted up to her and pulled her into a hug. “You look stunning, by the way.”

“So do you when you aren’t wearing that hippy crap,” said Jeannie.

“I may