Accidentally Married Part 17

Madison blinked back tears.

"Hey," Carrie cooed. "No tears. We talked about this."

A dagger stabbed at Madison's heart. "He can't wait until it's over, Carrie. You should have heard him yesterday. 'Just one more day. That's it. Then you're off the hook.' But that's not the worst part. He was happy it was almost done. He smiled like he'd won the lottery."

"You have a whole day to dazzle him. Use those feminine wiles G.o.d gave you. He'll be begging to spend more time with you." Carrie flashed a smile, showing off her white teeth.

Madison let out a breath. Sure, it was easy for Carrie. She flirted and always got the guy. It was eerie, actually. Maybe Carrie had hidden pheromones Madison didn't possess. Some primitive flirt gene that failed to be pa.s.sed down her family line.

It was easier to agree with Carrie than continue to argue, though, so she nodded. "You're right. I'll dazzle him."

"That's the spirit. Now turn around and let me zip you up. The hairdresser's been waiting for fifteen minutes."

Madison sucked in her emotions and let everyone swarm around her, tugging on her hair, applying makeup, attaching the train to her dress, and finally adding flowers and a veil to her head. Carrie clasped her hands and oohed. "Girl, you look amazing." She turned Madison around to the mirror.

The girl staring back took her breath away. A stunning French twist dotted with little white flowers adorned her head. The dress accentuated her figure, and the veil cascaded down her shoulders and back. Carrie shoved the bridal bouquet into Madison's hands and proclaimed her the perfect bride.

Her stomach clenched, and she gripped the flowers so hard her knuckles turned white. She took a deep breath and repeated I can do this until she felt better.

Carrie ushered Madison down the hall and held her train while she descended the stairs. Irene stood in the foyer, also dressed in gold. She gasped and made a fuss over Madison at the bottom of the stairs.

"Look at you. Such a beautiful bride. Jared will be beside himself."

"Thank you, Irene. You look stunning yourself." Madison gave her a quick hug.

Patricia came down the stairs with her bridesmaids, a trio of squeals and giggles. More hugs exchanged, a few 'you look amazing' sentiments, and then Maxwell appeared wearing a sleek tux. His salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished look.

Since Madison's parents had been 'killed in a car crash,' and Patricia's father had died in the war, Maxwell had volunteered to walk both brides down the aisle. As he held out his elbows to the two brides, Madison's heart swelled. His gaze radiated his love for her. She pushed aside the guilt and took his arm. Today, she would be a part of this family, even if tomorrow ripped her heart out.

The bridesmaids slipped out to get in line for the processional, and she was left with Maxwell and Patricia. Her heart hammered in her chest. She hadn't seen a glimpse of Jared since she awoke, but figured he was in the other room, waiting for the music to start. Irene had insisted they not see each other until she walked down the aisle.

The faint sound of the wedding march carried through the house, and soon Irene poked her head around the corner and motioned for them to come down the hall. As Madison walked beside Maxwell, her throat swelled. This was it. She would walk down the aisle and say "I do" in front of people who loved her. And it was fake.

She imagined a cameraman following them. This was like any other acting job. That's all it was. She would act, play her part, and nothing would go wrong.

They arrived at the sliding-gla.s.s door just as the bridesmaids started down the aisle. With the door open, a cool fall breeze entered the house. Flower petals were already sprinkled on the runner, as they had decided not to have a ring bearer or flower girl. Maxwell ushered them through the door. The music swelled, and the crowd turned as they started down the aisle.

Sh.e.l.ly sat in a wheelchair in the front row. Madison swore she looked better than she'd ever seen her. Pink spots of color touched her cheeks, giving her a healthy glow. She wore a bright floral dress, and her smile warmed Madison's heart. Sh.e.l.ly took out a tissue and dabbed at her eyes.

Jimmy and Pastor Ryan stood at the front, with Jared and Zachary waiting for their brides. Madison's gaze connected with Jared's, and her heart dropped to her toes. Not only was he handsome in his tuxedo, but he stared at her with such intensity, she had to look away.

But after she took her place in front of Jimmy, she couldn't avoid his gaze any longer. She looked into his eyes and fell all over again. Her heart would never recover.

A movement from inside the house drew her attention. Veronica emerged through the sliding-gla.s.s door, a wicked smile on her face. And then Madison saw who accompanied Veronica. The woman stumbled outside wearing a wrinkled miniskirt and a b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt that stopped short of her navel and appeared to have been sitting in the dirty-laundry pile for more than a few days. Her hair was teased and styled as if she were a performer at a hard-rock concert, and her ankle-boots sported six-inch heels. Her makeup was smeared like she'd slept with it on.

"Baby doll," she cooed as she stumbled up the walkway. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?"

Everyone turned to stare, and Madison's blood froze. She tried to speak, but all that choked out was a single word. "Mother?"

Chapter 21.

A sudden rage filled Jared, and an urge to protect Madison. He took a step in front of her. "Veronica, you have no right to be here. Take that woman and leave." Veronica folded her arms and smirked.

Madison's mother staggered closer. "I can't believe my baby is getting married!"

Jared held up his hands. "Sorry, folks, for the interruption. I'll be back in a minute." He stormed down the aisle, grabbed both women by the arm, and dragged them into the house. When he rounded on them, he found Madison had followed him. She slid the door shut.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" For a moment, something changed in Madison's eyes. Vulnerability emerged. The pain from years of abuse crumbled away, and all that was left was a young child yearning for the love of her mother. But then her gaze hardened, and that girl vanished. "You shouldn't have come."

"Baby, I wouldn't miss your wedding day." The woman held her arms out again, but Madison backed away. The smell of booze and cigarette smoke hung on the woman's breath like a thick fog.

Jared moved in between them. "Don't touch her."

Veronica's eyes narrowed. "You can't do that. Annie is her mother. She has a right to be here."

Madison raised her chin. "She signed away all rights to me. I owe her nothing."

And then all three women started shouting at once, Annie insisting on her parental rights, Madison urging her mother to leave, and Veronica demanding they allow Annie to stay.

Jared held up his arms. "Hold it. Everyone be quiet." When he had their attention, he said, "Veronica, you and Annie need to go. Now."

A wicked smile played on Veronica's lips. "I think we can come to some kind of arrangement."

Annie stuck out her bottom lip. "I came all this way, and this is the thanks I get? I don't even have any gas money to go anywhere. Maybe if I had gas money..."

The tears in Madison's eyes were what fueled Jared's anger to the breaking point. How dare her mother come crash the wedding to panhandle? He clenched his fists. "You will leave here now, or I will call the police."

"Whoa, dude, we don't want no police." At the sound of the male voice, everyone turned to see a man standing in the walkway to the kitchen. He wore a leather jacket, and his hair hung in long scraggly waves. "What's taking you guys so long? I thought we were just going to pick up some quick cash and head out."

Madison's cheeks flushed. "Really, Mom? You left your boyfriend in the car while you came to my wedding to hustle the groom? I think that's a new low for you."

Annie instantly melted into tears. "See how she treats me? See what I've got to go through? I have nothing, while you..." Annie pointed an accusing finger at Madison and glanced around the room. "Just look at you. Marrying into wealth. While you live in a mansion, I'm lifting seat cus.h.i.+ons scrounging for spare change."

"And why is that, Mother? You've never worked a day in your life. All you care about is the next party. The next drink. And you'd do anything to get it."

Annie's tears dried up faster than spit on a summer sidewalk. "How dare you speak to me that way? I gave you life. I'm your mother."

"You may have given me life, but you were never my mother."

Annie picked up a porcelain vase and hurled it at the wall. It broke into several pieces and left a dent. "I sacrificed for you! Do you think I wanted to have a baby? I could have-"

"Stop!" Jared picked up the phone. "I'm calling the police."

Just as he suspected, Annie and her boyfriend paled and took several steps back. Veronica lunged for the phone, which he raised, and her momentum carried her past him. She landed on the gla.s.s coffee table, which shattered on impact.

Veronica screamed and jumped up and down, trying to get the tiny shards of gla.s.s off her. A thin line of blood appeared on her right hand, and she screamed again when she saw it. "You a.s.saulted me! You threw me into that table! Now I'm bleeding. Did you see it, Annie?" Her wild eyes darted around the room until they connected with their target. Annie backed up even more.

"I don't want no trouble." The man held up his hands and sprinted out of the room, probably to get his stash out of the area before the police showed up.

"Wait, don't leave me!" Annie stumbled after him.

"Traitor!" Veronica screeched. Then she turned to Jared. "You pushed me, and I have the blood to prove it. I'm going to press criminal charges and sue you!"

Madison fisted her hands. "I saw the whole thing. It was your fault. I'm an eye-witness."

Veronica's face turned three shades of red. "It's your word against mine."

A smirk crossed Madison's face. "And their word as well." She pointed to the sliding gla.s.s window behind her. Most of the people from the backyard wedding were there, a collage of faces pressed to the gla.s.s, over a dozen pairs of eyeb.a.l.l.s staring at the scene.

Veronica swore and stormed out.

Madison once again stood under the flowering trellis in front of everyone, staring into Jared's eyes. Jimmy was done with his speech, which was mostly a montage of movie lines about love and honor strung together, and now everyone waited for Jared to recite his wedding vows. Madison hoped he hadn't forgotten to prepare at least a little something.

Jared pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and peered at it. After a moment, he folded it up again and stuffed it into his pocket. "You know, I had something stuffy prepared for this, but at this moment, it doesn't seem to fit. So I think I'll just wing it."

He took her hands in his, the warmth of his skin sending sparks through her.

"Madison, when I first met you, I thought you were a nut case." A smattering of giggles erupted from the audience. "You exasperated me. You said things that made me want to toss you into the wood chipper." More laughter.

Madison shot him a warning glare.

Jared kept his face blank, but his eyes smiled. "But then I got to know you. You're amazingly witty. You think quickly on your feet. You have this way of disarming everyone around you, putting others at ease, and making them like you. And as I spent more time with you, I fell more deeply in love. It's hard to be without you. When I'm not with you, I miss the way your laughter bubbles up from your toes. I even miss your crazy horoscope obsession. Can you believe I checked mine this morning?" He paused while the audience laughed, and she struggled to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "Madison, I promise to love you, honor you, care for you, and be faithful to you from this day forward for the rest of our lives. I want to grow old with you."

For a split second, everything around them melted away, all of the people and wedding decorations vanished, and she was left alone with Jared. For the briefest moment, his words were real, and looking into the depths of his eyes, she could see a man baring his soul, opening himself up to her. In that moment, the love they shared was legitimate, and today was the beginning of the rest of their lives. But then he blinked, and the world came back into view. He was once again just playing a part for his sick aunt. And tears blurred her vision.

The crowd responded with a collective sigh. They'd bought it, hook, line and sinker. And now everyone waited for her to speak.

A sudden anger flared up in her. How could he stand there and tell her those things without meaning them? What kind of cruel joke was this, anyway?

She squared her shoulders. "Jared, our romance has been like nothing I've ever experienced. From the moment you ran into me in the women's bathroom, to the time you tried to tell me you loved me in Spanish, but instead called me a lonely chicken head...I've known you were something special. And now, here we are, on our wedding day, and you confess in front of G.o.d and these witnesses, that you once contemplated throwing me into a wood chipper." Laughter floated through the backyard.

"And through it all, even the time you set my apartment on fire trying to cook me a romantic dinner, I've loved you."

She didn't mean for those words to slip out. She was going to make a joke out of her vows, instead of saying her rehea.r.s.ed part. The vows she truly felt. But once the confession of love came out, she couldn't turn back. She slipped into her practiced lines.

"I love the way your lip twitches when you're trying not to smile. I love the way you protect me from all the ugliness of the world. I love how you believe in me. When you hold me in your arms, it feels like I can do anything. Jared, I promise to share my life with you. All my ups and downs. I promise to love, cherish and honor you, forever more."

A few of the women in the yard sniffed and dabbed at their eyes. Madison stole a glance at Sh.e.l.ly. A bright smile lit up her face, and she exchanged a glance with Irene. Then Jared pulled her attention back to him as he slipped her wedding ring on her finger, and repeated the lines Jimmy said. It fit perfectly with the engagement ring, creating a beautiful swirl of diamonds on each side.

She slid a ring on his finger, her hands shaking, and her voice barely above a whisper as she told him how the ring was a symbol of her love.

Jimmy cleared his throat. "Madison, do you take Jared to be your husband, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

Madison stared at Jared's strong jaw line, chiseled features, and his steel grey eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. "I do."

Jimmy's voice faded into the background as he spoke the same words to Jared. She stood, waiting breathlessly for Jared to speak. She knew the wedding wasn't real. But she waited for it anyway. When he squeezed her hand and said in a clear, strong voice, "I do," it shattered her heart. How she wished he really did.

Chapter 22.

Jared took Madison's hand and pulled her close, breathing in the smell of her light floral perfume. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows. They began to sway to the music. Patricia and Zachary shared the dance floor with them.

The song was popular and sappy, probably one he'd agreed to while not paying attention. The singer crooned about love lasting forever, and he glanced down at Madison. Her face masked her thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, Mrs. Jameson?" He meant it to be a joke, lighthearted and teasing, however his voice deepened, and it came out more serious than he'd intended.

Her eyes focused on him. "Don't call me that," she snapped. Her lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Sorry. I was just joking."

"It's not funny."

He exhaled slowly. The day had been like a rollercoaster. With her mother showing up uninvited, making a big scene, and Veronica's ugliness, it hadn't started out too well. Then things had gotten better as they made it through the ceremony. When Jimmy said, "You may kiss the bride," he'd given her the kiss of a lifetime. She'd smiled at him afterward, but it hadn't reached her eyes.

She'd seemed happier when she tossed the bouquet, giggling while Carrie tackled Patricia's friends in order to catch it. Through dinner she'd been quiet, more sullen. But when they cut the cake, she'd hammed it up, smearing frosting on his face and getting cake up his nose, her laughter pealing through the air.

Now, she was angry again. If he lived to be a hundred, he'd never understand women.

Her eyes softened. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be short with you. You've been wonderful today. Thank you for helping me deal with my mother."

He squeezed her hand. "I can't believe she showed up."

"Veronica tracked her down, I'm sure. Promised her who-knows-what to come crash the wedding."

"I think that's the last we'll see of Veronica." Jared laughed as the image of her sprawled out on the floor after shattering the coffee table flitted through his mind.

Madison smiled. "Yeah, I hope so. Maybe the embarra.s.sment of it all will force her to leave town."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

They danced in silence for the last part of the song, and she seemed to be in a better mood. As soon as the dance ended, Jimmy waved Madison over. She crossed the yard, and Jared searched for an excuse he could use to see her after today.

Madison followed Jimmy down the garden path, to the gazebo. The small pond bubbled, and the bright orange fish darted around under the water. Even though the gazebo had twinkle lights, it wasn't dark enough yet to see them very well.