Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“This is just like a television show, Kansas!” Mya clapped her hands making them all laugh.

“Sit, relax, drink some sparkling cider while we all get dressed. Jett mentioned you weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, so we went with this.” Lorraine drew her attention to the silver bucket that housed the cider with a champagne flute beside the blush pink chaise lounge, and she laughed.

“I could not have asked for a better crew of women to share this glorious day with.”

“Okay, stop trying to make us cry, Kansas. We haven’t even gotten to the ceremony yet.” Mya sniffed.

“We’re glad to be welcoming you into the family.” Lorraine’s hazel eyes were so sincere and full of kindness they took away her breath.

“Welcome to the family, sis. Finally we get some more estrogen to even things out.” Sky winked, and the women disappeared out into the hallway. Not too long afterward a knock sounded on the door.

“Are you ready?” Mya called.

“Yes! I’m dying of curiosity in here.”

The door swung open, and in walked Mya and Sky clad in spaghetti strapped, white, chiffon dresses with sweet heart necklines. The wispy material flowed down to pool on the floor in a scalloped cut. The fact that they were in white thrilled her. Does that mean my dress is a different color?

“You girls look so beautiful!”

“Thank you, do you like it?” Sky asked.

“I love it.”

“I wasn’t sure when Mya said you wouldn’t mind us being in white…”

“I think that’s my favorite thing about the dress, next to the cut.”

“We have ribbons to go around our waist, but we won’t show you until after you choose your dress,” Mya said.

“Mom, it’s your turn to sparkle.” The girls stepped off to the right, and Lorraine crossed the threshold in a strapless

, white chiffon dress that mimicked the girls.

“You look beautiful, Lorraine.” The sun-kissed skin earned from hours of gardening stood out against the white. Combined with her white-blonde hair she looked ethereal.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Lorraine smiled, a pretty blush darkening her cheeks.

“How are you going to wear your hair?” Kansas asked.

“We thought swept into a side bun.” Mya said, peering over at Sky who nodded.

“That’s going to look fantastic!”

“Sweet! We’ll go get changed, and it’ll be your turn!” Mya said.

The trio in white hurried off, and Kansas popped her non alcoholic bubbly and poured it into a glass. Taking a sip she feared she’d wake any minute and find this entire journey with Jett had been a dream. It was the most unlikely scenario, love at a convention with one of the leading stars, and a small town girl. We’ll have to water down the how I met your mother story for you, little one. She rubbed her belly, happy with the way things worked out. The growing pains she’d undergone to get here and the adjustments she’d need to continue to make were worth it. Her man wasn’t Prince Charming, or her knight in shining armor, but her other half, a man who treated her as an equal, supported her hopes and dreams, and showered her with love in a way that spoke to her very soul.

The door opened, and the three women came in holding white bags.

“Are you ready?” Mya asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, behind door number one.” Lorraine stepped forward, unzipped the bag and removed a scooped neck, light pink number with medium sized straps covered with a diamond and pearl design that repeated on the empire waist. The tulle layers were sleek and understated.

“This is beautiful.” Setting her glass on a table Kansas stood and walked over to feel the dress, admiring the play of the tulle over the silky texture beneath. Mya led her to the dressing room, aka the bathroom, where she tried on the dress and returned to the room.

“You look stunning,” Sky said.