When we got home I saw that Danny had left me a message so I immediately called him back. We chatted about our Thanksgiving and what we were doing. I told him how much I loved and missed him. Denise over heard me and started to giggle. She called out..."Oh, Moooooom...Rita's in looooove"! I gave her the evil eye and we both started giggling. Nothing could get my Mom upset that day. She was totally thrilled with being a grandmother.
When she left for work Denise and I plopped in front of the TV. "I'm bored", Denise said. My head snapped up and I told her that I hardly thought I could squeeze myself into her communion dress anymore. "Then how about something else", she smiled. I was instructed to take a shower and wash my hair then I was to report to my room just wearing a robe. I had a feeling I knew what this was all about. When I entered my room I saw what she had in mind. Laid out on my bed was the gorgeous gown my sister had worn on her wedding day. I remember it well as I had helped pick it out. "Sit at your vanity so I can start your makeup, Rita". For the next hour she worked on my face and hair. She expertly put my hair up in a french roll adding a sparkling lacy tiara. "A far cry from the first time, Rita, don't you think?", she said as she worked on my lashes. "Yes and no", I replied, remembering that fateful day when we were stuck in the house with nothing to do and she decided I'd look cute in her communion dress. My eyes looked smokey and alluring. We added some french tips to my nails. I dressed in her bridal lingerie. An all in one bustier with white stockings and a sassy blue garter around my left thigh. I sighed as I stepped into the piles of satin and lace as she pulled the dress up my body. The same pearl necklace I had worn that very first time was hung around my neck. I added some dangly pearl earrings. I stood straight as she zipped me into the most feminine dress of my young life. "A bride always puts on her own lipstick", she said as she handed me the tube. I checked the shade and, sure enough, it was Revlon Certainly Red. My hands were trembling as I slowly applied the glossy red color to my pouty lips. The phone rang and she left to answer it. I gazed at my reflection in awe. I was a bride! A beautiful, and yes, blushing bride! I found my Chanel #5 and gave my wrists and neck a spritz. I turned to see Denise in the doorway. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sis", I said. "This is such a wonderful surprise"! "Oh, there's more Rita, come on, lets go downstairs". With that she took my hand and slowly lead me down to the living room. I felt wonderful. I noticed the champagne bucket and two glasses set out. I turned and smiled at her. "Nice touch", I said, "but you shouldn't be drinking in your condition". "She's not but we are"! I turned on my heels to see the smiling face of my love, my husband, my man! "Danny!", I screamed. I fell into his arms. He held me tight. I looked over to Denise leaning against the door frame. I smiled and mouthed "thank you so much"! She came over to us and said she was going to bed. "I suggest you two do the same". With that she turned and went to the guest room. Danny walked over to the stereo and put on "our song." As Patsy began singing "Crazy" he took me in his arms and we slowly danced. "I love you, baby", he whispered in my ear. "Oh, darling, I love you so much. We've come such a long way in such a very short time I don't ever want this to end". "It never will, my love. It may change but it will never end." We toasted each other then he led me up to our bridal bed. There was no fucking that night just long and sensuous love making. We fell asleep in each other's arms. My last thoughts was hoping I would somehow wake up with his baby in me.