Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (26) Betcha By Golly Wow – Rosie’s Tale (Part 09)
It was at the end of September and the weather was unseasonably warm as Rosie was getting dressed for the wedding and she wasn’t particularly happy.
She wasn’t really fussed about going to tell the truth it was her day off and she really wanted to drive over to Sharpington.
In actuality she was surprised to get the invitation at all, she didn’t really know either the bride or the groom that well even though they were distant cousins of the Boddington’s, several times removed.
But her sister Katie insisted they accept as she was interested in becoming better acquainted with the grooms’ brother.
So it was a grumpy Rosie, who, along with an excited Katie, made her way reluctantly through the village, very definitely under protest, towards the church.
As she and Katie stood outside the Church mingling with the other guests she was introduced to Helena Legg, the mother of the bride, when she caught sight of a tall straight backed statuesque amply proportioned thirty year old, wearing a lavender dress, with wavy chestnut hair blowing gently in the afternoon breeze.
“It can’t be” she said to herself and set off to follow her but everyone else seemed to move at precisely the same moment.
The sudden exodus towards St Winifred’s prevented her from getting a close enough look at the woman to identify her.
She did get a good look at the Lavender dress which was open at the back and plunging at the front.
Once inside she had no more luck than she had outside, she had noticed her in the church, but she was too far away to tell if it was her.
It was outside in the September sunshine as Rosie waited for the photographer to complete his play book of poses that she was rewarded with the perfect view of Kelly Westwood and an opportunity to indulge in a spot of appraisal.
She was clearly dressed more formerly than the last time Rosie had seen her and she was wearing more makeup on her face and something she had seen before, a radiant smile, and the addition of that smile made her extremely pretty.
Kelly suddenly became aware that Rosie was watching her and as their eyes briefly met she turned the smile on her and Rosie blushed.
Satisfied that she had made an impact she then steeled herself, took a deep breath and walked gracefully towards her before the blush left Rosie’s cheeks, clip clopping across flagstones on stylish stiletto heeled shoes.
“Hello Rosie” she said avoiding eye contact
“Wow Kelly” she responded “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she said and blushed again
Just then the photographer started barking orders again and Kelly said
“Here we go again”
It was another ten minutes before they resumed their conversation
“So you’re related to the bride?” Rosie asked
“Yes” she replied “She’s my first cousin”
“Well your first cousin has just married my third cousin” Rosie said
“Yes I know” she confessed
“So you knew Allen was my cousin, before today?” she asked and Kelly nodded
“And that we’d both be at the wedding?” Rosie asked
“Yes” Kelly said
As they walked into the Hotel for the wedding breakfast Kelly was inwardly congratulating herself for her cleverness at arranging their meeting and once inside Rosie was delighted to see they were sitting together on the same table.
During the meal they drank steadily and spoke only small talk and then the speeches followed and more wine, then champagne and then the free bar.
So it was with a light head and a lascivious eye that the statuesque vision in lavender, that was Kelly Westwood, led Rosie onto the dance floor and then held her in her arms as they danced.
They danced three slow dances together and when the tempo of the fourth indicated it was not to be another one Kelly steered Rosie towards the terrace, fresh air and moonlight.
Rosie was staring at Kelly’s bosom illuminated by the moon as she said
“It was very fortunate we ended up on the same table”
“Allen and Ruby intended that we should be sat together so they engineered the whole thing” Kelly confessed
“Why would they do that?” Rosie asked
“Because I asked them too” she confessed
“Why…?” she began and then as they stood together on the terrace in the moonlight Kelly kissed her and when Rosie came up for air she said
“Oh that’s why”
“Do you mind?” Kelly asked
“No” she replied “But if your first cousin is married to my third cousin, doesn’t that make us related?”
“Not really” Kelly replied
“Good” she said and returned Kelly’s kiss.