Alexandra prepared herself for the inevitable drama when her stepmother, dressed in white, came up to her wedding and declared she deserved attention. However, her spouse had a cunning scheme to take an unexpected turn for the better.
As she carefully arranged the flowers, Linda remarked, “These need to be perfect.” It’s a significant day for the family, after all.
I tried to be cool while I sipped my tea at the dining room table.
My father grinned at her. He remarked, “Linda has a great eye for these things.”
I feigned a laugh. “Linda, they do look nice,” I answered.
After my mother died when I was ten years old, I met Linda, my stepmother. She enjoyed being the focus of attention, and she felt the same way today.
Making sure every petal was in its proper place, she fussed over the flowers. She gave off the impression that she was performing. I was curious about the antics she would pull at the nuptials.
“Dad, are you looking forward to the wedding?” I tried to change the topic by asking.
With sparkling eyes, he nodded. Many thanks, Alexandra. It is going to be a lovely day.
“Yes, and everything has to be perfect,” Linda added. We don’t often have events this significant.”
I nodded, but I had other ideas. Linda would find a way to make the day all about her, I knew it. She did all the time.
I remembered holidays and birthdays when mom always seemed to take center stage and push me to the side.
My uneasiness mounted as Linda kept fussing over the flowers. It was always difficult for me to appreciate the wedding when Linda was there.
“Linda, do you need any help?” In an attempt at civility, I suggested.
She dismissed me with a wave. “Oh my goodness, no. Everything is under control with me.
“All right,” I forced a smile and said. Dad, let me take a break. I have to be somewhere.
