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Two blushing brides-to-be walk with their respective wedding planners, one on the north and one on the south side of Cambridge Halls, a renowned wedding and reception facility. Both brides eagerly sign a contract to be wed at 5:00 p.m. on November 16th, in each of the two chapels.
Bride #1 is ecstatic. Calling her fiancé, she delivers the fabulous news. “Everything will be perfect! I can’t wait to show you, honey. Oh, I gotta run. The wedding planner is waiting.”
Bride #2 is delighted as well. Lingering with her fiancé near a balcony, they gaze at the astonishing architecture. She draws him close. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The big day arrives. Rushing into the north women’s dressing room with hair and makeup straight out of a magazine, Bride #1 hangs up her wedding dress and begins to ransack the room. “Where is my grandmother’s handkerchief?”
Her Maid of Honor comes to her aid. “Did you check that bag over there?”
“Yes.” Bride #1 drops onto the chaise lounge and fans tears, which threaten her makeup. “I’ve looked everywhere. That was my ‘something blue’. What am I going to do?”
Meanwhile, Bride #2 steps into her gown with the help of her bridesmaids. One of them gasps. “There’s a big snag on the back of your dress!”
Bride #2 peers over her shoulder into the full-length mirror and sighs. “Well … maybe my mother could add some sequins or something.”
Walking down the isle of the North Chapel, the eyes of Bride #1 glide about the gorgeously lit room. “This is my moment,” she whispers.
On the arm of her father, Bride #2 approaches the isle in the South Chapel. Her eyes search out her fiancé. There he is … smiling at her. Her eyes lock onto his as she takes each step closer to holy matrimony.
Bride #1 exhibits her stunning self before friends and family and faces her groom.
In the South Chapel, the radiant Bride #2 winks at her groom and takes his hands in hers.
“Dearly beloved, we – “
The room goes black.
An eternity seems to pass.
The commotion is interrupted.
“If I could please have your attention,” a voice comes from somewhere. “We have had a power outage.”
A flicker of light comes from the doorway, followed by another, and another. Candlelight dances in and surrounds the room.
Bride #1 cannot bridle her tears. “My wedding is ruined.”
Bride #2 is dazzled by the elegant glow. “Isn’t it romantic?”
An hour later, with power returned, guests are seated in the North Hall enjoying salad. The wedding planner approaches Bride #1 with caution. “Apparently, there is a delay with the main course due to the earlier power outage.”
Slamming a fist down on the table, Bride #1 sends her champagne glass tumbling. It’s contents stream down all over her dress.
Upon hearing the same news in the South Hall, Bride #2 grabs the microphone. “The food is delayed. I say … let’s cut the cake!”
On their one-year anniversary, Wife #1 sits across her husband at a fine restaurant, lamenting the events of their wedding day. “If only we could go back and do it again.”
Wife #2 strolls along the beach, hand-in-hand with her husband. “Our wedding day was sure memorable, wasn’t it? I wouldn’t trade it for anything, you know, because it’s the day I married you.”
About five years post matrimony, Wife #1 gabs on the phone with her best friend. “He just doesn’t make me happy anymore. In fact, tonight he left a mess in the kitchen and then escaped to watch football with the guys.”
Wife #2 kisses her husband goodbye. “Have fun with the guys. I’ll make a reservation for our date tomorrow night.” She walks into the bedroom and groans at the site of his dirty clothes scattered about. Yet, upon entering the bathroom she is ashamed to discover her collection of beauty items strewn out across their shared counter top.
Wife #1 has endured ten years of marriage. Her toddler naps while she sits in a small apartment surrounded by boxes. She is signing divorce papers.
Wife #2 pops into her husband’s work toting a basket of homemade cookies. “Hi honey. I thought I’d surprise you.”
On their twenty-fifth anniversary, Wife #2 stands with her husband before family and friends and reiterates her wedding vows.
Wife #1 stands before fiancé #3 and does the same.
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