What Lies Beneath?

By Rosie Carrillo (Sun Valley High School, Aston, PA)

He stepped forward and stood in the doorway made of natural wood. The handle was carved with an intricate design. She loved the door because it reminded her of a fairy tale she was told as a little girl. He held her close, looked into her eyes and said, “Beneath this doorway, and through, is the beginning of our forever.”

 * * *

“We’re ready,” said the assistant.

Mabel stood up, let out a sigh, and took one last look in the mirror.

“How do I look?” she sweetly asked while smiling at her own reflection.

“Like a bride who is ready to walk that aisle,” the assistant grinned.

After she left her room and got to her starting point, a bridesmaid shuffled over to her with a little bag for Mabel’s wrist. While putting it on her she said, “In the bag is something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”

“You look like Cinderella!” said the flower girl while she skipped toward her.

“Thank you so much.” Mabel gave her a hug.

 The flower girl danced away to throw her flower petals as the bridesmaids followed. Mabel closed her eyes and her thoughts took her back to the months before.

* * *

In the fitting room, Mabel was trying on the last dress out of twenty options. The expression on her mother, sister, and best friends’ faces were priceless when she appeared.

Her dress was strapless and fitted with a lace, floral torso. Around her waist, was a silk purple band that hugged her figure, tied in the back, and cascaded down. The bottom of the dress slightly billowed out around her.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Her mother was at a loss for words. “It’s… It’s…”

“It’s beautiful,” her friend finished with a twinkling voice.

“You look like a princess,” her sister added.

Mabel gave a little spin and said, “Do you really think so? I feel like one.”

The women nodded their heads and gave her praise. She had found her dress.

* * *

Bringing her back to reality, Mabel’s father said, “Are you ready, darling?”

Startled, she opened her eyes and exclaimed, yes. They walked to the doorway when the music started and proceeded down with their arms linked. Her fiancé, Henry, had a goofy smile and was practically in tears as he saw her for the first time in two days. They reached the alter and Mabel stepped up to be level with Henry.

“Dearly beloved,” the minister started. He said the whole speech, Mabel and Henry said their vows, and the rings were exchanged.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Everything went as planned and they processed out. The reception took place afterwards where they were happy and dancing, everything was perfect.

* * *

Mabel and Henry decided to spend a week and a half in Jamaica for their honeymoon. Together they bonded and experienced the things a newly married couple would. On the last night, the two cuddled close on a blanket and watched the sunset.

“Honey,” said Mabel.

“Yes, dear?”

She tilted her head to look at him and said, “Remember our first kiss?”

Henry smiled, “Of course I do. That memory is clear as day.”

* * *

Two grade school kids ran across the playground like two scurrying squirrels. They went one way, circled around, and went the other. He was chasing her with a dead bug he had found.

“Stop it, Henry! That’s gross!”

“Eat it, Mabel! If you don’t, it will eat you.”

Mabel fell to the grass, rolled onto her back, and started screaming. Henry ran over and sat on her, dangling the bug above her face. Mabel started crying because he began to lower the bug. Crying and gasping for air, Mabel managed to utter, “Henry… puh- please st-stop.”

He took a closer look at her dirt-covered face streaked from tears. Henry made the decision to throw the bug away. He continued to sit on her and said he was sorry. Instead of getting up, he leaned down and quickly pecked her on the lips. Then he got up and ran home.

Mabel, lying on the ground, was in shock. What just happened? Why did he do that?

“Wow,” was all she could say still looking at the sky.

* * *

The sun had set completely and they went back to their hotel room. The couple packed their things before they had to leave the following morning, and got some rest. Before leaving at six thirty in the morning, they took one last picture together. The sun created a silhouette. The slight wind made Mabel’s long black hair and dress flow gracefully.

They hurried to the airport and when they boarded the plane, Henry told Mabel he had a surprise. The whole flight, she thought about Henry’s surprise. He fell asleep on her shoulder and his tan hair tickled her cheek. It had a red tint from the sunlight streaming through the window.

Their plane landed and the two held hands as they departed the plane to walk to their car. After he put their luggage in the trunk, Henry ran to the passenger door and held it open for Mabel. He got into the driver’s seat and drove into town straight past Mabel’s neighborhood.

“Honey, you passed it.” Mabel said puzzled.

“I know, I figured now is a good time for my surprise. Do me a favor and close your eyes.”

“Okay…” She was unsure, but closed her eyes one at a time.

He turned a few corners, went down a couple streets, and then they came to a halt.

“Where are we, Henry?” said Mabel.

“Just wait, hold on.”

He took off his seatbelt in a hurry and stumbled getting out, but played it off as if nothing happened. He opened her door and reached for her hands while calmly saying, “I got you, it’s just me. Keep your eyes closed, I will lead you there. Watch your step.”

Mabel giggled, “Henry, where are you taking me?”

“Wait a second, just stand here.” He let go of her hands and backed up. “Okay, open your eyes.”

Mabel opened her eyes and looked around.

“It’s our house. It’s all ours,” said Henry looking at her surprised face.

“Henry,” she walked toward him, “it’s beautiful.” and she wrapped her arms around him.

It was a two level Victorian home painted a light green with lavender shutters and window frames. They walked to the porch and stood in front of the hand-made door. Henry opened it and lifted Mabel in his arms as Superman would to Lois Lane and said, “See that door? It is guaranteed to last. It is like our love that will go on forever and always. I love you, Mabel.”

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