Two weeks later, Stephanie and I went shopping for the wedding with our parents. We get to pick on what color dress we could wear. We would be bridesmaids. We were both excited about it.
"I got flats that I wore for my cousin's wedding. I'll wear those I didn't want to wear high heels. I didn't want them to harm the child if I trip," I said.
"That was a good idea to do," said Stephanie.
"I know," I said.
We picked out this pretty yellow dress. We both tried them on. They were beautiful in them. The clerk did some fitting before we paid them.
"I can't wait to be the bridesmaid," I said.
"Me either," said Stephanie.
"The most of all, I can't wait for us to be sisters," I said.
"Same here with me," said Stephanie.
"We're going to have fun to share the same room," I said.
"It's good that best friends would be step siblings," said Stephanie as I agreed with her.
"If I didn't have the laptop in the playroom, I could turn that into a walking closet. That would've been the best thing to share the closet," I said.
"What a great idea to do," said Dad.
"I could put my computer in my room. We could put the desk there. It's big enough," I said.
"Or we can turn the basement into the computer room," said Dad.
"That's true as well," I said.
"Either way works," said Stephanie.
"We can check it out when we get home," I said.
When we were done, we had dinner and went home. Stephanie and I checked my room. We agreed it's big enough to put my desk and computer there.
"I didn't think it would big enough. We could work on it before the wedding," I said. "We got a couple of weeks to spare."
"Yeah," said Stephanie. "It's only January and the wedding is next month."
"Why don't we start it this weekend? That way it would be fixed before you move in," I said.
"Okay," said Stephanie. "I like it when we work together. It's fun."
"Me, too. I have another idea. I already have a closet; so do you want to have the walk in closet?" I asked.
"Sure. I like that idea," said Stephanie.
"My closet isn't big enough to share our clothes," I said.
"That's okay. You have great ideas on how to fix things," said Stephanie. "We can also do it after school if you want."
"Alright," I said. "The only thing is that I can't move anything heavy right now because of my pregnancy."
"We can ask Samuel to pitch in. He and I can move heavy things and you can move your computer," said Stephanie.
"Deal," I said. "Dad is good at picking heavy things often."
"Thank god you already add another bed ahead of time," said Stephanie as I agreed with her.
We talked for a long time until it was time for her and her mom to leave for home. I couldn't wait to get started. We told our parents about what we decided to do and they were impressed on how we handled things. We told them it was fun to put up with our ideas together.
"When do you plan on doing it?" asked Dad.
"We decided to do it after school. We're going to ask Samuel if he can carry the desk since I can't. It would be too heavy and I don't want to do it while I'm pregnant," I said. "Stephanie and I made a deal that I can move my laptop."
"I don't blame you. I'll help him move your desk," said Dad.
"Good idea," I said.
For the next few days, Stephanie and I have been working on her new closet. Samuel and Dad did move my computer desk to my room in front of my window. I did move my laptop there. Thank god it's not heavy for me. Stephanie and I went shopping for a few racks where she can put her clothes and shoes. She told me she'll get a container for her socks, underwear, and bras. That's what we did. In fact, I found a drawer and she decided to use it for those things. It has three. She'll put socks in one drawer, underwear for the middle, and bras in the last one. That was a good idea to do. She said she'll put it in the walk-in closet. That made sense since it's big enough. Back at home, she and I put it together. Dad helped Stephanie carry the drawer. We were done by Saturday.
"I'm glad we worked together," said Stephanie.
"Me, too. That was fun," I said. "Now, it's all set when you and Miranda move in."
"I know," said Stephanie.
She and I never fight at all. In fact, none of my other friends and I argue. The key for our strong friendship is to fix problems on our own or tell each other if one of us get mad at the other.
A few weeks later, it was one more day until wedding day! We talked about it at dinner. Dad was working a double shift from 3:00 pm to 7:00 am; so I was sleeping over at Stephanie's. They were packing their stuff. I wanted to pitch in, but Stephanie said, "Are you sure you can help out? The boxes might get heavy to carry."
"That's okay. I can pack the light stuff and you can carry the heavy boxes," I said. "You're stronger than me at this moment."
"That's true," said Stephanie. "Let's do it that way. Some are going to goodwill since you have some of the plates and stuff. Mom said we can ask your father which sets we'll be using before we give them to the poor who don't have anything."
"Good idea," I said.
"We're going to ask after the wedding and when they get back from the honeymoon. They're going to Florida for two weeks, so it's just you and me since we have school," said Stephanie.
"Sounds good," I agreed. "We could stay with my mother while they're away."
"Okay," said Stephanie.
They had pizza delivered while we're packing. I was able to have salad since it's healthy for the baby. After we ate, we finished packing.
"After your father gets up from his nap tomorrow, we'll have to get ready for the wedding," said Miranda.
"Good thing it's not until tomorrow evening anyway," I said.
"He took time off for the wedding and the honeymoon. We'll be leaving the day after," said Miranda.
"Stephanie and I talked about to stay with my mom while you and Dad are away," I said. "I don't think Dad would mind."
Later, Stephanie and I were so excited that we almost didn't want to sleep
"Are you asleep?" asked Stephanie in a whisper tone.
"No. I'm too excited to sleep," I said.
"Same here. One more day until we'll be stepsisters," said Stephanie.
"I know," I said.
The next day, Stephanie and I woke up early because we were too excited to sleep late. But we just stayed in bed and whispered so we won't wake her mom.
"Your father will probably come over after he naps so he can help us decide which sets we can use," said Stephanie.
"That's what he was planning on doing anyway," I said. "He thinks we may need a new set, so we'll probably use yours and give away the old ones. We have been having them for years even when we moved here."
"I remember that set. You mentioned it was a wedding gift for you and your mom from your grandparents, right?" asked Stephanie.
"Yes," I replied. "Sometimes changes are good, too."
"True," said Stephanie. "Would he give them to your mom?"
"I'm not sure. He didn't mention that. It's up to him," I replied. "However, I do like that idea if my mom wants them."
"We can ask your father when he gets here," said Stephanie.
"Okay," I said.
We got up at around 9:30 am and we got dressed. Miranda made pancakes for breakfast. Dad would be here in a couple of hours. Poor thing gets tired from working all afternoon and night. At 12:00 pm, Dad came over and pitch in.
"I wasn't sure which sets of plates, bowls, or silverware you would like to use, so we saved it for last before we could give them away for the goodwill," said Miranda.
"Becky mentioned you needed a new set," said Stephanie.
"It's true that we do. She and I talked about it and figured to wait and see until I come over to help out," said Dad.
We did decide to use their stuff and give the old ones away.
"Dad, do you think I can give the old ones to Mom if she wants them? I can ask her. After all, they were wedding gifts from her parents. I'm sure she would want them to bring back good memories like that," I said.
"You got a good point," said Dad.
"I can ask her tomorrow since Stephanie and I plan to be with her while you're away and I'll let you know and we can give our old ones to her when you get back," I said.
"That's a good idea," said Dad.
"It's too bad she won't be at the wedding since she's working late," said Stephanie.
"I know, but that's okay," I said.
We spent a few hours getting ready for the wedding. After we had lunch at the mall, Stephanie and I had our hair done at a beauty polar, the same place where I had mine trimmed before I started my new high school. We wanted our hair to be curled to match the style. Our parents agreed we can do it that way. It didn't take long to do that. We liked it when it was finished. Then, we went back to Stephanie's to change up for the wedding. I'm glad we had our hair done. We were all set to go. Some of our family members were going to be there including Martha. She was glad for Dad to get remarried, but she was surprised that he and Miranda were doing that so soon after a few months of dating. Dad doesn't care what Martha said. He just wants to be happy on the wedding day. I don't blame him. I managed to tell her that it was none of her business on what Dad and Miranda wanted to do. She shouldn't judge him that way. Stephanie agreed with me.
"Why Martha have to be so judgmental on a special day when you and I are about to be stepsisters?" asked Stephanie.
"I know. She had no right to do that," I said. "I can see why though: she thinks something could happen to him and the marriage might not last long."
"That's true, but we are not going to let her spoil it," said Stephanie.
Dad was glad that I handled it well on my godmother. Martha wasn't happy when I told her, but Dad added that he agreed with me on that. We hated to be rude, but it's true. Eliza will be at the wedding, too. She was glad that Stephanie and I would be sisters especially since we've been best friends growing up.
"What time the limo would be getting us?" asked Stephanie.
"In a few hours at around 5:00 pm because the wedding's at 6:00 pm," said Melinda.
That night, a limo came by and picked us up.
"Wow. That's a nice limo," said Stephanie.
"Dad was in it a few times if you count a wedding and my grandparents' funerals. I didn't since I choose not to attend my grandmother's funeral because I was too upset at the time," I said.
At Renaissance Church, we were in the back room to get ready. I haven't seen Marcia yet. I think she was worried about Dad too much. She should know Dad is happy and he wants to be that way. I also think she was upset on what I said to her. She should've thought about that before.
At 6:00 pm, the wedding started. Stephanie and I went first. Dad was on the alter. Melinda came down with her mother. Her father died a long time ago. That was before Stephanie was born. It was a nice wedding. Even Samuel was there as well. Dad let me invite him. After the wedding, we all went downstairs for a reception.
"You looked so beautiful, girls," said Melinda's mom, Jessica.
"Thanks," Stephanie and I said at the same time.
"We couldn't wait to be stepsisters," said Stephanie.
"Yeah," I said.
Jessica would be my step-grandmother including to Stephanie. I liked that.
"I think you owe me an apology for being rude to me," said a voice.
I turned and it was Martha.
"Honestly, you had no business what Dad wanted to do. Even Melinda didn't like the way you judged Dad. He deserves to be happy, so you're the one who should apologize. He didn't like that either. How would you feel if we tried to stop you from remarrying so soon? You would've been upset, too," I pointed out.
"Becky is right," said Stephanie. "There was no way we'd let you ruin our special day. We're stepsisters now. Mom and her dad had every right to get married whenever they want."
We walked away to go sit with our parents. Martha doesn't care about hurting people's feelings. She's never like that to anyone. Before the reception was over, she actually came around and got used the idea of Dad being remarried. In fact, she apologized for being judging him and Miranda. Good. I'm glad she did that. I just want my new stepfamily to be happy. I don't want her to try to break us apart.
The limo brought us back to Stephanie's by 11:00 pm. Then, we all went to my house after Melinda shut all of the lights. We already put all of the stuff there.
"Mom wants to move in our house, so I'm saving it for her," said Miranda. "She's planning to do so next week or so."
"If you want, we can unpack the boxes tomorrow before we go over to my mother's. We can save the old set for last in case my mom wants them," I said.
"That would be a great help. Thank you, girls," said Miranda.
"Not a problem," I said.
"Becky and I can unpack anything light. Maybe we can ask Samuel if he would like to pitch in," added Stephanie. "That way he can handle heavy stuff for Becky."
"Okay. That's a nice idea to do," said Miranda.
"I agree. The more, the merrier," said Dad.
Stephanie and I went to bed an hour later. Dad told me the flight is at 2:00 pm, so they won't be leaving the house until 10:00 am since they don't have to go too far for the airport. This would be the first night that Stephanie and I would be sharing my room. We couldn't wait to try it out.