Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“Agreed, that color brings out that wonderful skin tone of yours,” Lorraine said.

“I feel feminine, delicate, and very pretty in this.” Kansas walked up to the mirror unable to recognize herself. She turned to the left and the right.

“Now I get to play devil’s advocate.” Sky smirked. “Behind door number two.” Kansas held her breath as the bag was unzipped. A cream colored tea length lace dress with a v-neckline, full sleeves, and a pink bow embroidered in the dress was flirty, fun, and a nod to vintage style. It’d be perfect for the impromptu summer wedding.

“Oh, I like this one, too!” Kansas cried.

“I love the pink bow,” Sky said.

“I’ll try it and see how I feel. I think that’s what it’s going to come down to. How I want to feel.”

Another trip to the bathroom with Mya and she was dressed to the nines in pick number two. She felt flirty, fun, and joyous. This was a dress for celebrating and spontaneity, which summed up her and Jett up in a way.

“You look like you stepped right out of the fifties.” Lorraine shook her head.

“I think Mom’s having a flashback.” Sky gave a playful toll of her eyes.

“I am,” Lorraine admitted.

“I feel fun, hip, and excited in this one.” Kansas twirled around. “I love the shorter length and the unique style with this.”

“Now just to make things harder.” Mya shook her dress. “Last pick.” A few moments later she revealed a cap sleeved, off the shoulder, champagne gown that was by far the most decadent. Its clean cut lines and silk material spoke of sophistication. When she tried it on it fit like a dream.

“How do you feel in this one, Kansas?” Lorraine asked.

“Sophisticated ... bridal.”

“You have a tough choice ahead of you,” Sky said.

“I know. Will Jett be wearing the suit he picked me up in?”

“No, he’s wearing a black tux,” Mya said.

“Hmm.”

****

Jett smiled for his pictures with the men in the wedding party, and wondered if time was moving as slowly for Kansas.

“I think you’re the only man I’ve known who’s been this eager to get married,” Scott said in between shots.

“I know, I got it bad. But hey, one day you will, too, and you’ll understand.”

“Don’t jinx me, dude. I’m fine right where I’m at.”

The panicked expression on his face made Jett and Aiden laugh.

“I think you scared him,” Aiden said.

“It’s not as bad as you’re making out to be, son.” His father patted Scott on the back.

“Let’s just get through this wedding first before you start plotting ways to tie me down,” Scott said.

They posed for a few more pictures and then headed over to the ceremony space. Jet looked over the set up with pride. A white canopy had been erected to enclose the space and keep away prying eyes. They’d hung glass vases with colorful tulips, roses, and Gerber daises, from the trellis beneath the tent, along the fence. A row of chairs was set up on either side of the aisle. Instead of a runner, pink rose petals covered the ground. Mason jars full of baby’s breath and pink peonies hung from the chairs on the end of the rows of chair they’d done two by two.

The photographer took the down time to capture the space. Gauzy lengths of curtains attached to the trellis separated the ceremony from the reception area. They’d all banded together and done an excellent job. Even his future father-in-law, Reginald, helped. After telling his wife he was going away to look at some new equipment for his practice he’d joined them in Eaton. Jett found he liked the man when he wasn’t swallowed by the drama that surrounded his wife.

The back door opened, and his mother appeared, dressed in a flowing white dress. Unconventional.