My Husband's Wedding- Chapter One

My Husband’s Wedding

Chapter 1: See You Soon

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

Sakura smiled as she put finishing touches to an invitation. It was a fairy-motif wedding invitation; full of pastel colors, beaded and sequined. It didn’t look like a wedding invitation at all and even had a fairy in a blue dress printed in front. Cooling and pleasing to the eyes, she stared at it with satisfaction. It probably is the trickiest invitation she has ever made.

She is a wedding planner, a successful one, for the past five years. She had clients from all over the country, but the owners of this invitation were special; they were her best friends Tomoyo and Eriol. The two had finally decided to tie the knot after a five-year cycle of meeting up, steady dating, and finally a ten-month engagement.

She sighed. She even got to design their outfits, an offer only done by Tomoyo about once in every blue moon.

The wedding was due next month, and she also happens to be the Maid of Honor… and the Best Man… Li Syaoran.

Her heart gave a terrible jolt at the thought of him. This, or rather, He was the main reason why she dreaded her best friends’ wedding so much. The thought of seeing him again… after six years, still made her nervous.

Li Syaoran was her husband. No, he is still her husband. They never really separated legally, so much as a divorce. She just left him that fateful day…

Her thoughts were obscured by the telephone’s ring.

“Moshi-moshi?”

“”Konbanwa, Sakura-chan. I thought you might still be here. How’s things going?”

“Konbanwa, Moyo-chan.” She answered, while staring at Tomoyo’s half-finished dress. It was powder blue in color with dashes of sea green. Peasant-styled, it is fit for the wedding motif chosen by the two.

“I’m trying to finish your wedding stuff, Tomoyo-chan. Maybe, say, next week, you can have a peek on it.”

“Really? That sound’s great, Sakura-chan!”

“Hai,” She said wearily. Working the whole day left her exhausted.

“Ano, Sakura, how’s Xiao Chen?”

Sakura’s smile was wiped off her face.

“He’s quite well, Tomoyo-chan. But he still refuses to talk to me much.” Her voice broke to a sob.

“He’s still angry at you?”

“Iie. But he still doesn’t want to talk to me…”

“He saw Syaoran’s picture, didn’t he? I— Gomenasai, Sakura-chan…” Tomoyo said, realizing what she said, and thoroughly regretting it.

“It’s okay, Tomoyo-chan,” She said with a sigh. “I know Xiao Chen has to know about it… One of these days…” She dried her eyes and tried to change the subject.

“Anone, Moyo-chan… I’ve already made a sample invitation for your wedding… I-I t-think you should see i-i-it…” She tried to keep her voice from wavering, but she failed dismally.

“Sakura,” Tomoyo said gently, “You dread seeing him again, don’t you?”

“I guess so, Moyo-chan, but if there’s someone who should be ashamed to meet me, it should be him!” She answered with fierceness as she remembered that day they separated ways…

“Of course, Saku-chan! Gomen, kedo… Eriol’s his best friend, and he wants Syaoran involved…. He just doesn’t understand…”

“Daijobu desu, Tomoyo. I understand they’ve been friends since forever. Ano, it’s getting late… We better hang up.”

She made to place the phone back to its receiver, but…

“Hai. Kedo, Sakura-chan… Are you getting a divorce?”

“Hai, Moyo-chan. There’s no use keeping the damned marriage anymore.” A part of her shouted a protest, but she ignored it.

“Kedo—” Tomoyo’s protest was unheard when she slammed the phone to the receiver.

She quckly pulled the cord and began closing the shop.

After a few minutes, she finally locked then door and looked at her watch.

Seven o’clock, it read.

It is really time to be home.