Post by Lovely on Jul 20, 2010 18:38:13 GMT -5
June 26, 2009
Dismal would not even begin to describe the day to this point. Scarlatto Veinna's big achievement of marrying his unruly daughter off to a 'nice young man' with money and prestige had blown up in front of his face. It was not until he'd returned to his office and stared at the last bottle in his drawer that he finally even admitted to himself what had gone so horribly, tragically wrong. He'd not married her off, but committed her to a potential death sentence, enwrapping the neck of the fine young man he'd married her to with the same noose. Scotty slammed the drawer closed and cracked the seal. He wasn't done yet. He didn't pull the glass out this time, but drank straight from the lip of the bottle. Grey and lifeless, there had been no cheer, no music, no festive anything to the event, just as Jaime had requested. She wanted nothing and agreed to the most dull and plain accommodations to be found... grey and lifeless ones. From the table linens to her dress, there was no frill, no lace, no shine, no expense, no fuss and no joy. To the groom's dismay, there was also no cleavage, no fine hair pins and not really so much as a hint of floral essence of perfume or powder to enhance Jaime's finest qualities of her usually-sparkling and mischief-filled eyes or well-toned curves. Scotty was proud all the same that she agreed and followed through. He'd watched proudly, tear-filled and joyous himself to witness her fine moment, even though the vows had been diminished to the mere consolidation of the final agreement, the 'I do' being all that was spoken between Kent and Jaime while the minister faltered and stammered over his own shortened notes to end the ceremony with as little of the ceremony itself as possible. Scotty had reached for Josie's hand only to find her moved out of reach with her hands clenched tightly, avoiding his glances and occassional whispers only the rest of the family might hear as none of Jaime's friends arrived and he suspected had not been invited at all as he'd hoped. He forgave the lack of attendance and the brief ceremony. He forgave his wife's displeasure with him though he found a growing irritation in his own throat that the day was still to be celebrated regardless of their disagreements. He was instead celebrating alone. The reception had been hardly receptive of anything but cold shoulders and uncomfortable glances. The room reeked of the absence of passion and the replacement of it with an intense apathy not only from the bride, but her guardians, brothers and sisters who had made more than enough comment that the lack of alcohol was the topper on the non-existent cake. There was nothing to cut and sweeten their palattes but a tray of sour smelling tuna sandwiches and a few bottles of soft drinks that appeared more like a Bingo night snack ensemble for their grey-haired congregation members, not a grand Veinna wedding. An hour into the planned three, Scotty's mind began to roar with admissions of guilt and error as he dismissed the reception to return home to the bar and begin with the reparations first to the wasted celebrations, but also to he had done and needed to begin to undo, starting with Josie. He took another drink.
Josie had never wanted to be wrong, so much, in her entire life. She'd wished and prayed to be wrong in what she believed about Jaime and this wedding, she wanted to be the one to have to apologise to Scotty for doubting him and seperating herself so cruelly from him for the past week.. she wanted to have to beg his forgiveness. In the end she was miserably right, Jaime had shown no more spark on this day than she had in weeks, no moment of fire and life breathed back into her whether in joyous realization that this Kent was wonderful or in a tantrum and refusal to marry someone so sickening.. Jaime had stood silently. The 'I do' was hardly loud enough for feral ears and the kiss had been painful to witness, Jaime's eyes open, her gaze cast to the side, lips not moving, she simply let Kent mash her mouth and hadn't even cared that he'd tried to make the kiss deeper and ended up slobbering on her - Jaime hadn't even wiped her mouth afterward. Josie's stomach twisted as her hands were clenched in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. Josie had purposely sat several spaces away from Scotty, if she'd been close enough to reach him she probably would have tried to strangle him in front of thier children. She was completely disgusted at how Scotty sat there, so proud and tearfully happy - couldn't he see what was happening? Did he not see how hideous everything was and how utterly horrible this had turned out? He was happy because he was getting his way and it sickened Jo to the point she'd had to keep her distance from him. Once Scotty called the reception to an end, Jo had only stayed long enough to help Jaime settle into the limo that would take her and Kent back to the estate. Jaime had planned the honeymoon as she'd planned the wedding - there would be no exotic getaway or any at all. She had made the effort to clean her room to start her new life.. throwing away every remnant of who she once was. Every piece of jewelry, every skirt, top, shoe, panty, cd, book, stuffed animal, trophy, picture, even her cell phone had been discarded. The walls were bare and painted grey, the linens on the bed matched the colors she'd chosen for the wedding and were that material that felt like a soft t-shirt. No silk, no satin, no lace anywhere. All of Jaime's clothing now fit in two drawers of her dresser and it was all like what Scott had seen her wearing the night he had told her of his plan and Kent's arrival. Even her pajamas were baggy lumps of cloth meant to cover her completely. Josie had seen the room this morning and it nearly brought her to her knees to see Jaime so erased. The wedding that followed broke Jo's heart a little more and she felt nearly as lost as her daughter.
Once Josie arrived back at the house, she ordered two bottles of wine sent to her room, the guest room she'd been staying in for a week. She sank to the couch, curled in a blanket around the tasteful dress she'd worn today - which she wanted to tear off and hurl out the window. She started with a glass of wine and then another and another as the tears flowed down her cheeks and the soft sobs shook her shoulders.
Dismal would not even begin to describe the day to this point. Scarlatto Veinna's big achievement of marrying his unruly daughter off to a 'nice young man' with money and prestige had blown up in front of his face. It was not until he'd returned to his office and stared at the last bottle in his drawer that he finally even admitted to himself what had gone so horribly, tragically wrong. He'd not married her off, but committed her to a potential death sentence, enwrapping the neck of the fine young man he'd married her to with the same noose. Scotty slammed the drawer closed and cracked the seal. He wasn't done yet. He didn't pull the glass out this time, but drank straight from the lip of the bottle. Grey and lifeless, there had been no cheer, no music, no festive anything to the event, just as Jaime had requested. She wanted nothing and agreed to the most dull and plain accommodations to be found... grey and lifeless ones. From the table linens to her dress, there was no frill, no lace, no shine, no expense, no fuss and no joy. To the groom's dismay, there was also no cleavage, no fine hair pins and not really so much as a hint of floral essence of perfume or powder to enhance Jaime's finest qualities of her usually-sparkling and mischief-filled eyes or well-toned curves. Scotty was proud all the same that she agreed and followed through. He'd watched proudly, tear-filled and joyous himself to witness her fine moment, even though the vows had been diminished to the mere consolidation of the final agreement, the 'I do' being all that was spoken between Kent and Jaime while the minister faltered and stammered over his own shortened notes to end the ceremony with as little of the ceremony itself as possible. Scotty had reached for Josie's hand only to find her moved out of reach with her hands clenched tightly, avoiding his glances and occassional whispers only the rest of the family might hear as none of Jaime's friends arrived and he suspected had not been invited at all as he'd hoped. He forgave the lack of attendance and the brief ceremony. He forgave his wife's displeasure with him though he found a growing irritation in his own throat that the day was still to be celebrated regardless of their disagreements. He was instead celebrating alone. The reception had been hardly receptive of anything but cold shoulders and uncomfortable glances. The room reeked of the absence of passion and the replacement of it with an intense apathy not only from the bride, but her guardians, brothers and sisters who had made more than enough comment that the lack of alcohol was the topper on the non-existent cake. There was nothing to cut and sweeten their palattes but a tray of sour smelling tuna sandwiches and a few bottles of soft drinks that appeared more like a Bingo night snack ensemble for their grey-haired congregation members, not a grand Veinna wedding. An hour into the planned three, Scotty's mind began to roar with admissions of guilt and error as he dismissed the reception to return home to the bar and begin with the reparations first to the wasted celebrations, but also to he had done and needed to begin to undo, starting with Josie. He took another drink.
Josie had never wanted to be wrong, so much, in her entire life. She'd wished and prayed to be wrong in what she believed about Jaime and this wedding, she wanted to be the one to have to apologise to Scotty for doubting him and seperating herself so cruelly from him for the past week.. she wanted to have to beg his forgiveness. In the end she was miserably right, Jaime had shown no more spark on this day than she had in weeks, no moment of fire and life breathed back into her whether in joyous realization that this Kent was wonderful or in a tantrum and refusal to marry someone so sickening.. Jaime had stood silently. The 'I do' was hardly loud enough for feral ears and the kiss had been painful to witness, Jaime's eyes open, her gaze cast to the side, lips not moving, she simply let Kent mash her mouth and hadn't even cared that he'd tried to make the kiss deeper and ended up slobbering on her - Jaime hadn't even wiped her mouth afterward. Josie's stomach twisted as her hands were clenched in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. Josie had purposely sat several spaces away from Scotty, if she'd been close enough to reach him she probably would have tried to strangle him in front of thier children. She was completely disgusted at how Scotty sat there, so proud and tearfully happy - couldn't he see what was happening? Did he not see how hideous everything was and how utterly horrible this had turned out? He was happy because he was getting his way and it sickened Jo to the point she'd had to keep her distance from him. Once Scotty called the reception to an end, Jo had only stayed long enough to help Jaime settle into the limo that would take her and Kent back to the estate. Jaime had planned the honeymoon as she'd planned the wedding - there would be no exotic getaway or any at all. She had made the effort to clean her room to start her new life.. throwing away every remnant of who she once was. Every piece of jewelry, every skirt, top, shoe, panty, cd, book, stuffed animal, trophy, picture, even her cell phone had been discarded. The walls were bare and painted grey, the linens on the bed matched the colors she'd chosen for the wedding and were that material that felt like a soft t-shirt. No silk, no satin, no lace anywhere. All of Jaime's clothing now fit in two drawers of her dresser and it was all like what Scott had seen her wearing the night he had told her of his plan and Kent's arrival. Even her pajamas were baggy lumps of cloth meant to cover her completely. Josie had seen the room this morning and it nearly brought her to her knees to see Jaime so erased. The wedding that followed broke Jo's heart a little more and she felt nearly as lost as her daughter.
Once Josie arrived back at the house, she ordered two bottles of wine sent to her room, the guest room she'd been staying in for a week. She sank to the couch, curled in a blanket around the tasteful dress she'd worn today - which she wanted to tear off and hurl out the window. She started with a glass of wine and then another and another as the tears flowed down her cheeks and the soft sobs shook her shoulders.