The week went by quickly.
Mom was in her office when I heard her call me, “Genevieve, please come here.”
I walked in her office and saw her sitting at her desk. There were papers all over.
“What are you doing, mom?” I asked.
“Oh! I am working on Arturo’s wedding details, but I have a question for you. Maritza selected teal as her main color for the wedding; I am looking at samples and would love your opinion.” Mom stated while placing the samples in order.
“Teal is a good choice. Let me take a look at your samples,” I said.
I walked over to the desk and saw all the different colors she had laid out. There must have been 20 or more to choose from.
Mom asked, “I need to narrow it down to five choices. I do not want Maritza to be overwhelmed by so many choices. I thought you could help me.”
“Sure, mom, let me take a look at them with you,” I replied, as I looked at them all.
Mom looked at them as well, and after a while, we chose the final five. Mom was getting ready for their visit that night. She had colors for them to pick from, samples for invitations, and samples of flower arrangements for the chapel and reception. There was a catalog of wedding souvenirs and centerpieces. I had always seen mom work her magic, but had never paid attention to the details. This time I was, not because I had a sudden interest in her work, but because I had an interest of my own. As difficult as it was to realize that all of it was for Arturo’s wedding, I wanted to know what was going on.
I went off to work that morning, thinking about all the things I had seen on mom’s desk. There was so much to choose for a wedding. I had never grasped the complications that involved planning a wedding. I knew mom was talented. I had seen the pictures from all the weddings she had planned, but I always saw the finished work. I did not pay attention to the couples that had paraded through the years. This time it was different. This time I was paying attention. Mom had such a talent and she was planning the wedding of he, who should be my husband, not Maritza’s.
I was jealous. I was thinking of Maritza, and every possible scenario that could happen, so that this marriage did not take place. Maybe, she will realize that she is not in love with Arturo, and she will call off the wedding. Maybe, her job will transfer her, and Arturo and her would have to postpone the wedding forever. Maybe, she will get cold feet, and call it off. Maybe, someone else will come along and she will fall in love with him and leave Arturo. There were so many scenarios going through my head. Every one of them had a happy ending for me. I know, I was thinking crazily.