Chapter 12: A Bit Of A Celebration
When the big day arrived Faye found it hard to pitch herself between the two opposing poles of ‘At last!’ and ‘Already?’ She’d spent so long not getting married that it was quite a surprise to find herself doing it. Being unmarried certainly hadn’t stopped her doing any of the things that married people do; live together, have a child, and bicker about dinner. But arguments with Ed were rare. He was just too tolerant and ready to listen. Faye was continually amazed that she’d managed to find someone who so spectacularly surpassed even her highest romantic ideals.
Clarice was very excited. She didn’t really know what it all meant, but she liked her pink dress. Faye had tried to explain the whole business to her, pointing out wedding scenes in storybooks, but Clarice had her own ideas about things. She found pictures of animals far more interesting than pictures of people and would ignore the happy couple in favour of a little mouse in the corner of the church, or the horses pulling the carriage. And what was Fay doing anyway, encouraging her daughter to imagine that real life had anything to do with fairy tales?
Life with a two-year-old was full of reminders that the world was beyond one’s control. Half an hour before they were due to set off Faye went to put on her jewellery only to find that it had vanished from her dressing table. Happily Alice was there to stop her panicking and soon discovered Clarice in her bedroom dangling Faye’s brand new Gerry Summers tourmaline and diamond pendant down through a fascinating gap in the floorboards. Just on time, they managed to distract her and wheedle the precious objects out of her small but insistent hands — without even making her cry.
It was time to go. This wedding thing was really happening. Faye was filled with a turbulent mixture of panic and joy. She hitched up the hem of her flowing lace gown and went off to greet her future…