sleeping Beauty

For the next few days, Gloria did not see Brenda. As the wedding day approached, Gloria became more and more anxious. She was not worried that Brenda would abandon her. The preparations were dangerous, and she was afraid of doing something risky on her wedding day.There was a wilted bouquet on the dresser that she and Brenda had picked in the garden the day she had just come back, some daisies, and a cluster of buttercups, the ones with the little golden flowers that must have been buttercups.Now some of the flowers were hanging out of the bottle, the daisy stems were broken, and the pale pink wild rose was covered with thorns, roots and dirt.Wildflowers and weeds are mixed together, and there are small bugs crawling around on the chicory branches.

The night before the wedding, Gloria couldn't sleep, and she sat on a cherry wood awning in an ivory satin nightgown with wide lace suspenders, a long-sleeved white silk blouse, and her hair loosely pulled back. In front of the small Steinway piano that accompanied her throughout her childhood, Gloria randomly pressed the keys on the rickety piano stool, surrounded by a pile of yellow Czerny textbooks and "Piano Technique for Adults" , the night wind passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lifted the gauze curtains, and blew her nightgown.Tomorrow, she is about to marry a man she doesn't love and won't fall in love with.Worse yet, she married a man she knew couldn't possibly love her.

A sudden soft sound made Gloria tremble with fright. She stood up abruptly and turned her head to see Brenda standing by the window. She was wearing a clean but wrinkled white T-shirt. No socks, bare feet.The expression is calm, with beautiful light red eyelashes, the eyes are still the pure marble black, like the river water, but there is a little tiredness between the brows, and the hair is slightly messy. Seeing Gloria looking at her with reddish eyes, Bu There was a smile on Renda's lips, and she walked over and hugged Gloria in her arms. Gloria buried her head on Brenda's chest, tears poured out unconsciously. The emotions of these days finally found a breakthrough , broke the dike all at once, worry, longing, and worry all poured out after more than ten days of backlog. Brenda touched the top of her hair and hugged her tightly, "You've lost weight." Glo Lia didn't speak, but was still crying, "What, you thought I ran away?" Gloria responded by rubbing against her chest, and Brenda smiled, taking it as a negative answer.After a while, when the crying gradually subsided, Brenda looked down and saw that Gloria had already fallen asleep, her eyelashes were wet, and tears were still hanging on her face. Brenda smiled inwardly, and hugged Ge Loria, went to bed together.

When Gloria woke up, she didn't dare to open her eyes. She already felt that she was lying on the bed at home. She was afraid that last night was a dream, and she felt uneasy until a familiar voice said in her ear: "Wake up!" Already?" Gloria opened her eyes, and saw Brenda looking at her with a half-smile, Brenda watched her open her eyes, and handed her a red pill, "Take it." Gloria took it and swallowed it, and Brenda smiled, "Aren't you afraid it's a dog?" Gloria looked at her and said, "I trust you, you won't hurt me, even if it's a dog, die It's better to be in your arms than to marry someone I don't love." Brenda smiled deeper, hugged her tightly, and pressed a kiss on her lips, "Thank you, this moment is the happiest in my life Moment. Don't worry, none of us will die. After today, we will only be happy."

The wedding took place at Victor's home, Littleair House, which was built in the early 20th century.The sandstone house, set on an acre of land surrounded by elms and Scots pine, had spacious upstairs and downstairs rooms, and it deserved first-class real estate in this part of the city.Irish nannies, housekeepers, a French male chef who comes in several times a month for business meals.And there is a black man who mows the small lawn in their house.The owner of the house, Nulanka Littrell, is a typical capitalist, with a shave smell, a mad look and well-intentioned laziness.He was full of energy, always high-pitched, talking and laughing.Today, he's dressed as though he's headed to church in the morning: a seersucker suit, a white open-necked shirt, a yellow fedora.Mrs. Littlerell looked good standing beside him in a striking wine-coloured gown of velvet with straps, printed with a bright green parrot with a yellow beak; A hairpin was pinned, decorated with a small piece of cobweb-like tulle.All around her there was a smell of gardenias and mothballs.Their son, Vidok, a handsome flaxen-haired man much taller than her, had not yet changed into his suit, wearing a navy blue blazer with brass buckles like those found on sailors' uniforms , a pair of pressed white corduroy trousers, just like a fashionable and masculine gentleman.

Mrs. Littrell was in the room with Gloria, and Gloria stood there letting her dress, her thin arms raised in a crucifixion-like position, her white satin wedding dress adorned with It was full of countless assorted pearl buttons, pleats, and lace trimmings of exquisite workmanship, and wore her like an exquisite corset.Mrs. Littrell insisted that she wear the corset, and Gloria nearly choked.Suddenly, the mother-of-pearl hand mirror that Gloria was holding fell on the carpeted floor, and the intentionally wrong mirror bounced off the carpet and jumped onto the hardwood floor, where it shattered with a snap, Loria's about to break her heart.

It was not so much a wedding as it was Vidok's birthday party and they passed the tennis courts and saw some people playing badminton and some playing croquet.Middle-aged men in suits drank beer and smoked cigarettes, talking and laughing happily.There are countless people inside and outside the huge swimming pool, some swimming and some sunbathing.There was a cheerful atmosphere all around, and it even seemed a little noisy.Loud pop music blared overhead.The air in the room was stale, the smell of men's hair oil, the smell of cologne for women, the smell of the bedroom at home, and the smell of dirty bed sheets, all of which made Gloria feel hopeless. .