By Prospero Dae
Her wedding dress was exquisite. It was all she ever wanted it to be.
Outside the mansion a limousine was pulling up. Guests were arriving.
Since it’s bad luck for the groom to see the blushing bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony, Ken was not allowed to come up the stairs.
In fact, when Ken went so far as to lean on the banister at the bottom of the stairs, Barb’s sister accosted him.
“No, you don’t!”
Another voice reverberated throughout the house.
“Sweetheart, put your Barbie dolls away—time for dinner.”
“Okay, Mom.”
And the wedding was postponed.
There’s always tomorrow, when the wedding indoctrination may still go on.
Yours is a voice with perfect pitch, Prospero, in form and content.
It sounds deliciously like the plot of a Jane Austen book. Your preamble reminded me that I took my 3 daughters to see a movie version of “Lady Susan”, an unfinished novella by JA. The social structure and strictures portrayed in the film were completely beyond the comprehension of my 21st century daughters and they found the whole thing mystifying and incomprehensible and boring. I think I may have read Jane Austen as a much younger person but nothing stuck – thank goodness.
OMG! Barbie has a sister! I never knew that. With the K & B wedding postponed the mind boggles at the possibilities. It’s time to dump the Jane Austen mode, bypass the Brontes, and elope with Barbara Cartland.
Ore and more of these stories seemed to be aimed at the Y.A. Crowd
GREAT twist, “Sweetheart, put your Barbie dolls away—time for dinner.”
I dread the thought of what that dress must look like.
– esme seeing flouncy meringues all over the show upon the Cloud