“Are you nervous?”
“I’m trying not to be so don’t remind me!”
“What’s the fun in being the bride’s best friend if you don’t get to tease her?”
“I’m not the bride yet, today’s just the engagement!”
“Honey, you became the bride the moment your parents said yes to his parents.”
“Oh don’t stress so much! I’m just bugging you! You look amazing! You’ll knock his socks off!”
The girl smiled at her friend. “Thank you!”
“Now stop pacing and sit down. I’m going to go see if your mom needs any help with the arrangements. They’ll be here soon!”
“You know, I’m really getting tired of all these grand entrances I have to keep making,” the girl lamented.
“Get used to it, there’s still a lot more to come!” Her friend laughed, glancing at the clock as she did so.
The girl had a vague feeling of de javu as she paced the floor, waiting for her sister-in-law to come get her.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I think so..”
“Ok, deep breath and smile!”
The girl entered the brightly lit living room, hoping she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.
The women surrounded her, full of kind words and smiles as they steered her towards the empty space next to the boy. Her heartbeat quickened as she took her place, stealing a shy glance at the boy beside her.
This was their second ‘meeting’.The warmth of their family surrounded them, cameras flashed, and laughter and chatter filled the room as the two sat side by side, too conscious off propriety to talk to each other, but at the same time very aware of their closeness.
After a while, the boy’s mother came and sat beside the girl, ring in hand and a smile on her face. With lovely words of blessing, she put the the ring on the girl’s finger while the girl’s mother followed suit, placing a ring on the boy’s finger. The small gathering of family and friends erupted in celebrations, congratulations being given and accepted by all.
The girl and the boy were officially engaged.
…to be continued.
Over the years since I’ve been blogging I’ve been asked more than once how I met my husband, how arranged marriages work. Each marriage, arranged or not, comes about differently and I can’t speak for them all, but this is my story.
I’m telling this story in order so if you missed it, here’s Part 1. If you want to know what happens next, stay tuned for the next instalment!