Amanda Was The Name Of The Bride Alternate Ending

Original Text from narrator's point of view: “Amanda was the name of the bride. She’d arrived the day before and was staying with her parents in another part of the Fairweather house. Hannah and Dora didn’t get to meet them until the next morning, when there was way too much excitement for anyone to sit still for breakfast. The bride had discovered something terribly wrong with her wedding gown. Actually, it was nothing more than a few threads out of place. But that wasn’t what really worried her. Nobody had heard from her husband-to-be in days. What if something was keeping him from getting here on time? Or worse still, what if he’d changed his mind and wasn’t coming at all. “Of Course he’ll be here!” cried Amanda’s mama. “He is

She had so wanted the ceremony to be outside, under a huge sycamore tree, with the best voices among Aunt Ida’s slaves singing spirituals. But if it even started to shower, everything would have to be inside the house. They would have to start rehearsing the wedding procession all over again. And that wasn’t even half of what would have to be changed at the last minute. At first Aunt Ida tried to be a voice of calmness, but then she threw her hands up. “What happened to the joy of this occasion? Where is the happiness here? If I have to listen to to one more complaint or watch one more nit-picking worry being turned into a disaster of all time, then I am going to cancell having the wedding here! You can go have it performed in a post office for all I care.” Amanda’s father cast angry glances at his wife and daughter. Then he rushed over to beg Aunt Ida’s pardon for all the inconvenience. Why, he couldn’t begin to tell her what an honor that his only child was going to be married to Fairweather Hall. It was if Aunt Ida was giving this marriage her special blessing!”

I was staying with my parents in a different part of the Fairweather house. I didn’t get to see hanah or Dora until the next morning. By this time everyone was way too excited to sit down to eat breakfast. I had noticed something terribly wrong with my wedding gown. It was only a few misplaced threads, but to me it looked like much more. This isn’t even what worried me though. Nobody had heard from my husband-to-be in days. I was wondering if something was keeping him from coming. Did he change his mind and decide not to come? I heard my mom quietly saying, “Of Course he’ll be here. He is a man of his word and is lucky to be getting you.” I was getting anxious because the sky was getting cloudy and looked as if it were going to rain. I had been wishing the ceremony would be outside, under a sycamore tree, with Aunt Ida’s slaves singing spirituals. If it started to rain I would have to move the ceremony inside. So much would have to be changed at the last minute. At first Aunt Ida talked in a voice of calmness, but then she lost it and threw her hands up. She said, “What happened to the joy of this occasion? Where is the happiness here?” It was as if she was trying to get me to lose myself. She said, “If I have to listen to to one more complaint or watch one more nit-picking worry being turned into a disaster of all time, then I am going to cancell having the wedding here! You