This is a fiction piece I wrote inspired by Carrie Underwood’s track “Good Girl” from her studio album Blown Away. It is one of several pieces inspired by the aforementioned album.

Amelia dreamt of this day her entire life—her wedding day. Everything was perfect: the flowers were beautiful and properly arranged, the ice sculpture was still intact and frozen, the entire wedding party was present, and she would be marrying her prince charming. The only thing that bothered her today was a comment made by best friend, Chloe, “I wonder how long your marriage is going to last.”

Amelia had no clue where the statement came from or what it meant. Chloe was always extremely supportive of her decisions. At first Amelia thought that her friend was jealous, but Chloe was happily married; and in all of their years of friendship, Chloe never acted spiteful towards her. Amelia looked over to her friend who was sipping on a strawberry daiquiri in her matron of honor dress. She hesitantly made her way  from the mirror toward the armchair, where Chloe sat. Amelia wanted to clear the air before walking down the aisle, and it would mean the world to her if her best friend backed her decision.

“What did you mean when you said you wondered how long Kyle and I would last?” Amelia asked, ready to hear the truth.

“He’s not who you think he is,” Chloe answered cryptically. “He’s not your prince charming.”

“What are you talking about?” Amelia retorted, indignant. “He’s perfect!”

“Kyle’s going to leave you heartbroken and penniless,” Chloe huffed matter-of-factly. “He has a track record.”

“How can you accuse my husband-to-be of something so despicable?” Amelia hissed.

“Open your eyes!” Chloe yelled. “Has he really done anything noteworthy since you’ve been together, or was it all your imagination?”

Before Amelia could retaliate, Chloe rose from her seat, clearly finished with the conversation, to leave the room. Chloe looked at Amelia before shutting the door, “Think about it, Lia.” 

There was nothing to think about; Amelia firmly believed that she and Kyle were in love and had the perfect relationship. Unfortunately, she knew Chloe would keep her in this room until the wedding march started playing, so she resigned to sitting on the sofa Chloe previously occupied. After a few minutes of twiddling her thumbs, Amelia made her way to the mini-fridge for a beverage. She saw orange juice and immediately pulled it out, only to notice that it had no pulp. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she replaced the carton and grabbed a bottle of water instead. Closing the refrigerator door Amelia felt a sense of déjà vu, as if the scenario happened before, and frequently.

“Hey Kyle, did you get the OJ like I asked?” Amelia called to her live-in boyfriend. They took turns with grocery shopping and it was his turn.

“Yeah! It’s in the fridge next to the milk,” he answered from the bedroom.

 She made her way to the refrigerator excitedly. Amelia loved orange juice more than anything, she was even happier when it had lots of pulp, but was satisfied as long as the juice had pulp in general. She opened the door and pulled out the jug of orange juice and frowned—no pulp. Sighing, she opted for a bottle of water instead.

Amelia took her water and reclaimed her seat. She wished she could say that was an isolated incident and he never messed up again, but that would be a lie. To this day, Kyle only purchased orange juice sans pulp when he went grocery shopping, as if he never heard her complaints or failed to notice the jug when she bought it.

Okay, that’s only one thing in the grand scheme of things. Orange juice is not the end of the world, she rationalized. Other than that, Kyle was an incredibly sweet person. He remembered their anniversary, her birthday, and Valentine’s Day. He also never failed to give her a gift. As she continued to reflect on her relationship, she realized that each gift from Kyle was less romantic than the last.

Amelia borrowed her father’s yacht for a cruise along the coastline with Kyle for their two-year anniversary. Kyle dropped hints about going on the boat for months now, and Amelia thought it would be a perfect surprise for the special occasion. When the couple arrived at the dock, he flung a small package at her before running aboard the boat. She followed behind and took a seat on a cushioned bench by the railing, watching the ripples with glistening dots of light dancing atop the water as the boat set sail.

Amelia eyed the gift in her hands. She wanted to wait for Kyle to open the present, but she couldn’t help herself. She loved unwrapping gifts and she knew he wouldn’t be back for a while,  there was much to explore on the yacht. Giving in to temptation, she ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal a box of colored pencils. A sticky note attached to the box read: ‘For your artistic tendencies. – Kyle’

Amelia half-heartedly put the gift beside her on the bench. She wasn’t artsy in the simplest sense of the word. She occasionally joined her mother for embroidery, and even then she tangled all her stitches. Amelia felt the urge to throw the box off the side of the yacht. Instead, she decided to pretend to love it because Kyle gave it to her. When he finally returned from walking around, Kyle noticed that she’d already opened the gift.

“Do you like your present?” he asked. 

“Of course I do. It’s from you,” she answered with an insincere smile.

“Great,” Kyle replied enthusiastically, failing to realize that she was lying.

“Did you enjoy exploring the boat?” Amelia asked, changing the subject to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah,” he gushed, “She’s a beauty. I can’t wait to get one of these! Best surprise ever!”

“I’m really glad you like it so much,” she said happily. “I worked really hard to plan something you’d enjoy.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said uninterested in what she had to say. “Let’s pop the champagne and eat! I’m starving.”

Amelia took a gulp of water. So he wasn’t as romantic as she thought, but that didn’t make him a bad guy; most guys aren’t sweet all the time. She shook her head in denial. Who am I kidding? Hank always stops by to give Chloe a rose at work. And they’ve been married for five years now!

Amelia tried not to think about that. It was unfair of her to  compare Kyle to other guys, he was different and that made him special, made just for her. She perked up when she heard a knock on the door to the dressing room.

“Babe, you in there?” a voice called.

 It was Kyle. Amelia smiled giddily at the thought of her husband-to-be visiting her before the ceremony. He is sweet! Amelia recanted her previous thoughts. 

“Yes, but you know the rules. We’re not allowed to see each other before the wedding,” she chided flirtatiously. “It’s bad luck.”

“I just came to tell you that Mark misplaced the rings,” Kyle explained.

She blanched. Not only did she assume wrong, but the platinum bands she bought for them were missing.

“What?” Amelia asked breathily. This is not happening!

“Our rings,” he said slowly. “They’re gone.”

“We can make do without them,” she offered. Rings are unnecessary. I am marrying Kyle, not the rings.

“Cool,” he replied casually. “I’ll let Mark know not to sweat it, and tell him you’ll just get another set after we tie the knot.” 

Another set? Not to sweat it? Amelia seethed, gripping the water bottle tighter hearing the plastic crunch in her palm. Before she could set him straight she heard his footsteps making their way down the hall. Slouching in her seat in defeat, Amelia thought about what her father said to her after finding out she agreed to marry Kyle, “Baby girl, I don’t trust him. Get a pre-nuptial.”

At the time she was appalled that her father even brought that up. It sounded so silly to her, borderline ridiculous. What kind of marriage would they have if they couldn’t openly share their assets? Amelia vehemently refused, opposing her father for the first time in a long time since her rebellious teen years. Now, she almost wished she listened to her dad. When she thought about it, Kyle used her money and made comments about how expensive some of her possessions were. Heck, half the time she felt like his Sugar Mama.  Come to think of it,Amelia peered at her left ring finger. I bought my own engagement ring, and got him an engagement watch. Chloe’s words echoed in her head again, “He’ll leave you penniless.”

Amelia walked into her apartment after having quite an uncomfortable dinner with her dad. She announced that she was engaged and he immediately told her to have his lawyer draw up a pre-nuptial agreement. After arguing over the matter for about fifteen minutes, Amelia winning of course, they continued onto awkward dinner conversation. After parting ways, she felt a wave of displeasure in knowing that her father was unsupportive of her marriage.

She saw Kyle watching basketball on their flat screen TV. She sat next to him on their couch and tapped him on the arm. He muted the TV, but kept his eyes trained on the screen.

“What’s wrong, Babe?” he asked, looking at her from his peripheral. 

“I told my dad we’re getting married,” she started, earning a nod of acknowledgement from Kyle. “He suggested we sign a pre-nup.”

“What?” Kyle asked in shock, turning his attention completely to her and ignored the game on the screen. “What did you say?”

“Well, he said that it would be in my best interest,” Amelia explained. 

“How?” he growled, “That would just prove that you don’t love or trust me enough to marry me without the fear of my leaving you with nothing!”

“Honey,” she said calmly. “That’s what I told him. He threatened to pull my inheritance, but I wouldn’t budge. In the end, he relented.”

“Babe, never scare me like that again,” Kyle sighed in relief.

He gave her a light kiss on the lips before returning to the TV screen and unmuting it.

Amelia eyes widened as realization dawned on her; both Chloe and her father were right. They saw right through Kyle when she was stuck in the haze of being in love with the idea of being in love. He was exactly like every other greedy snake she dated prior to him.

“How could I have been so blind?”

When she heard the orchestra playing she got up from her seat and exited the room. She stood behind Chloe, tapping her friend and mouthing the word, Thanks. Chloe returned Amelia’s gesture with a smile and nod. They stood through the entire ceremony until the ‘I do,’ part.

“Do you, Kyle Raynor, take Amelia Stanton to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Do you, Amelia Stanton, take Kyle Raynor to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“No, I do not,” she answered firmly.

“What?” Kyle asked, puzzled by her response.

“You heard me,” she said confidently. “I expect the watch back by next week. And if Mark doesn’t find those rings, well, you owe me $20,000.”

Kyle gaped as the guests gasped at the turn of events.

“But Babe, think it over. You must be getting cold feet!” He pleaded.

“We’re done,” she declared before walking back down the aisle, leaving a dumbstruck gold digger at the altar.

After the almost wedding, Chloe and Amelia changed out of their dresses and went for drinks at their favorite bar. They joked and laughed while refraining from talking about Kyle and what happened a few hours ago.

“I can’t believe I almost married the guy!” Amelia cried out, laughing at her own stupidity. “You were right about him. Thanks, Chloe.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the right person soon enough,” Chloe assured her.

“Hopefully someone like Hank,” Amelia replied, referring to Chloe’s husband. Chloe nodded in agreement.

“Lia, are those your wedding shoes?” Chloe asked quizzically as she studied her friend’s heels.

“No, they’re my ‘Goodbye’ shoes,” Amelia joked.

She could wait for her happily ever after. There was no rush. After all, when she found her prince they would be together forever, and that would be a long time.

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