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The vampire peered at his reflection in the beveled glass of the mirror in his opulent living room. Contrary to the Medieval myth that vampires don’t have reflections, Niles Gule certainly did. The myth had arisen because vampires tended to avoid mirrors due to the silver used in their manufacture. Niles was fortunate. He found silver only mildly toxic and could tolerate its presence in his home.
His brilliant blue eyes drifted over his appearance to ensure he was properly formal. His corn-colored locks were neatly shorn. His specially tailored black Italian suit snugged his narrow waist. The tie he’d chosen was another Gerry Garcia special, Liquid Torso #3, in muted swaths of teal. He looked damned fine, if he did say so himself.
Someone pounded on his door.
With a final sweep of his hands to smooth his jacket, Niles snatched up his apartment keys and answered the door.
His partner in life and in business, Mariella Cruz, waited in the hallway. Like him, she was dolled up, in her case in a pretty cotton frock of pale pink, no sleeves, and a splash of hand painted roses decorating the puffy skirt. She’d pulled her mane of thick, black hair atop her head in a French twist. Pearls dripped from both ears and encircled her throat.
Her dark eyes flicked over him. “Looking mighty fine, Mr. Gule!”
Niles dipped his head to accept the compliment. He knew he always looked mighty fine but do admit that aloud would be a bit egotistical. All vampires were egotistical. He just chose to hide that aspect of his species as best he could.
Cruz continued to block his escape from his apartment. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
Niles hesitated with a frown.
Cruz pointed down the hallway to the elevator bank. Two large windows allowed glorious golden sunlight to pour into the building. “It’s daylight. Put on a hat and some sunscreen.”
Niles started, then laughed. He retreated into his apartment. Cruz followed.
Because he kept the windows covered with blackout drapes, he’d forgotten this trip would occur during daylight. He hastily rubbed SPF 75 over his neck, face, and hands. Then he snagged a black Trilby hat from a collection of hats in his hall closet, tapped it onto his head, and spread his hands in an unspoken question.
Cruz nodded approval. “Nice choice. Let’s go!”
Together, they sauntered to the elevator banks. Niles immediately tucked a pair of wrap-around sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes from the deadly day star.
As they rode down to the first floor, Cruz said, “I appreciate you agreeing to come to the wedding, Niles, especially since it’s an afternoon wedding on a sunny day.”
“I couldn’t let you go alone,” Niles answered.
He stepped out of the elevator and allowed her to proceed him across the building’s lobby and into the street. He winced when sunlight grazed his cheek. Even with the sunglasses, he squinted.
“How would your family view me if I stood you up at your cousin’s wedding?”
“Not very well!” Cruz chirped. She turned left along the sidewalk and headed west along Lombard Street. A turn north took them to where she’d parked her tiny car, Fifi the Fiat.
Mariella Cruz drove as if Baltimore was Le Mans. She tore through afternoon traffic at blazing speed, whipping around trucks and cutting off motorcycles. She got them to the church on time.
The church was actually a small chapel in some woods belonging to a Catholic monastery. Cruz parked in the lot near the main buildings. Then she and Niles walked hand in hand along a curving brick path surrounded by flowerbeds of riotous color that led first into the woods and then to the glade where the small chapel awaited the festivities.
A good chunk of the Cruz clan had arrived before them. Niles nodded greetings to Cruz’s collection of older brothers: German, Xavier, Miguel, and Manolo, all looking uncomfortable in their formal wear. Niles also recognized Tia Juanita and cousin Lupe chatting with some people he didn’t know, but decided were probably related to the groom given their blond, Anglo looks. Momma Josephina Cruz had also come. She wafted across the grass with her multicolored muumuu fluttering like butterfly wings, her large arms outstretched to engage her daughter and Niles in a hug.
“Always a pleasure to see you,” she said in her sing-song voice that had never lost its trace of a Spanish accent. “You are looking good, Senor Gule!”
Niles politely smiled and gritted his teeth through the assault.
Josephina’s eyes gleamed with sly pleasure. “Weddings are wonderful things, no? Makes you want to pair off with someone, yes?”
“Yes… I mean no…” Niles stammered to an embarrassed halt.
Josephina leaned into him. “Some day you must make an honest woman of my Mari.”
Niles jerked. In horror, Cruz grabbed him by the arm and hauled him away from her mother.
“Sorry about that,” she muttered.
Niles managed to chuckle once his alarm faded. “She means well.”
“Hmmmph,” Cruz snorted.
The flash of white in the midst of the trees signaled the bride approaching. Cruz danced happily when her cousin Estafania raced towards her with arms outstretched. The two women embraced, then Cruz set Estafania away from her to study her dress.
The wedding gown was a Victorian confection with a belled skirt of silk charmeuse and lace. Given this was a summer wedding, the dress was sleeveless. A princess neckline revealed the plump upper portion of a generous bosom. A golden cross rested in the cleavage. Small diamonds winked from her ears.
The two women prattled in Spanish for a few minutes while Niles stood aside and politely waited.
When Estafania’s face soured, Niles stepped forward, wondering what his lady might have said to upset the bride.
“She’s not upset with me,” Cruz explained after Niles whispered worriedly in her ear. “It’s Bryan.” She stepped aside to allow Estafania to waft into the grove where her father waited to walk her down the aisle.
“Who’s Bryan?” Niles asked.
Cruz rose onto her toes to gaze at the gathering as people slowly moved to take their seats in the array of white chairs fronting the chapel. “That guy over there. He’s the groom’s best friend, and the best man for today.”
Niles studied the man in question. He stood beside the nervous groom, looking strangely smug given the event really had nothing to do with him. He was merely playing a part in it.
“What’s the problem?” Niles asked.
Cruz scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “Esta and I can’t stand him. He hits on all the women he meets even when his girl is around. That’s her over there…”
Niles turned his gaze towards a plump woman in canary yellow who was flitting amongst the crowd. From the expressions on the faces of most of the Cruz contingent, she wasn’t welcome.
“She’s too brassy for my taste,” Cruz snipped cattily. “I don’t see what Bryan sees in her or what she sees in Bryan. For that matter, I don’t know what Charlie sees in either of them. He’s the groom.”
“Ah!” Niles pretended to understand the currents ebbing through the gathering, but human foibles still confounded him. He smiled down at his lady and took her arm in his. “Let us leave the gossipy undercurrents where they belong and just enjoy the day. It is beautiful.”
Cruz twitched her nose as if she would respond, but she didn’t. She allowed Niles to lead her to chairs on the bride’s side of the aisle, but as far from Momma Josephina as he could manage. They ended up in the last row of chairs. Niles was fine with that.
The priest appeared from within the chapel and motioned with his hands for everyone to take their seats. The rumble of conversation faded away as people sat down and looked expectantly at the priest. From the shadow of trees beside the chapel, a guitar player and a harpist plucked gentle tunes befitting the day and the ceremony.
And thus did Estafania marry Charlie in a service that took about an hour.
Niles got lost in most of the rituals. He didn’t understand when he should stand or sit or hold his head down. Cruz was forced to whisper commands the entire way through. But in the end, the wedding came to its close with the standard kissing of the bride. The two joined families rose from their chairs and cheered the happy, beaming couple. Niles had managed to not make a fool of himself.
The reception was held in the monastery’s small vineyard. Master gardeners had espalied huge grape vines to drape over a metal framework, creating a shadowy, cool space that was outdoors and yet had the feel of an indoor space. Crystal chandeliers hung at intervals, providing extra glitter. The wedding party’s table spanned one length of the espalier with the guests’ tables facing it in rows under the chandeliers.
Having never attended a human wedding, Niles absorbed the traditions with a sense of confusion, not understanding half of them. Bryan, as best man, (whatever that meant, thought Niles) gave a toast to the groom. Estafania’s older sister, the matron of honor, gave a toast to the bride. Niles indulged in the Champagne. Not the best he’d ever drunk, but passable. Then came the waiters bringing out the salad course. Meanwhile, the mike was passed around for guests to offer their congratulations to the couple. Niles pretended to eat the salad, but when no one at the table was looking, shoveled the mess of wilting greens onto Cruz’s plate. She scowled at him, then laughed.
When the mike reached Niles’ table, both he and Cruz waved off making comments. It continued down the table with aunts and uncles, cousins, and good friends, all wishing the happy couple a life of prosperity and happiness.
Niles thought they would all escape the event unscathed. Until he felt a strange shift in the mood of people at his table. Frowning, he turned to Cruz for an explanation. She jerked her head towards the head table.
Bryan had taken back the mike. He rounded the table and stood in front of Estafania and Charlie and cleared his throat.
“What does that bozo have to say now?” Crus whispered. “He already gave the standard speech.”
Niles, having no idea how wedding receptions worked, shrugged.
“Hello, everyone,” Bryan said, his voice ringing loudly from the speakers ringing the espalier. “I have something important I want to say.” He surveyed the gathering until he found the person he needed. “Amanda, would you come up here?”
The plump girl in the canary dress yipped in surprise, then popped from her chair and sashayed to Bryan’s side.
Feeling the unease rippling through the guests, Niles leaned into Cruz to whisper, “Is this normal? Why do I feel like something’s wrong?”
“Because it is,” Cruz muttered.
Looking at Amanda, Bryan began to speak. “Amanda, you know how much I love you. I fell for you the minute you took my hand when I helped you out of Uncle Don’s bass boat. I knew at that moment we were meant for each other.”
Amanda’s smile was tremulous. She didn’t reply.
Bryan dropped to one knee. In his free hand, he held a jewel box.
“Oh no!” Cruz groaned. “Not here. Not now.”
Bryan opened the box to reveal a small ring with a diamond. “Amanda, will you marry me?”
Niles glanced around at the suddenly silent gathering. He saw looks of appalled horror on most of the faces. But not on Amanda. Her face glowed. Her eyes sparkled. She said yes gleefully and popped the ring onto her finger herself. She hugged Bryan, then whirling to face the guests, thrust her finger in the air like a champion scoring a winning ace in tennis, and danced with glee.
Cruz had shrunk into her seat as if embarrassed by the display.
Niles glanced at Estafania. The bride’s happy countenance had crashed. She looked seconds away from bursting into tears. An icy faced Charlie glared at his best man while he tried to soothe his new bride. Meanwhile, Bryan and Amanda were charging between the tables, showing off the ring and babbling about their happiness to anyone who would listen. Most of the guests sat in stunned, stoic silence as the ridiculous couple worked their way through the tables.
Finally, Momma Josephina had had enough. She stood up and thumped her considerable fist on her table, causing stemware and silverware to clink in alarm.
“Stop that this instant!” she shouted. “This is Estafania and Charlie’s wedding. It’s totally inappropriate to be celebrating another couple’s engagement during their event. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
Silence crashed over the reception. Estafania’s sniffles were the only sound for several seconds.
Then came a scream like a banshee. Amanda stood crying and wailing in the middle of the tables.
“You just had to ruin my special day, didn’t you!” she yelled at Josephina.
Bryan came to her defense. He started to yell at Josephina, claiming he’d done nothing wrong. He had a right to ask Amanda to marry him.
“Si,” Josephina hissed. “But not at my niece’s wedding!”
Bryan whirled on Charlie for backup, but Charlie wasn’t having it. With a hand shaking with suppressed anger, he ordered Bryan and Amanda to leave the wedding.
Bryan’s mouth dropped open. He protested. That’s when three of the groomsmen jumped to their feet, grabbed the recalcitrant guest, and muscled him from the reception area. Amanda, sobbing about how unfair everyone was being and how they’d ruined her day, followed.
After several minutes the sounds of fighting and wailing faded away, leaving the party to go on without them.
Cruz sat with her hand over her forehead as she gazed at what was left of her dinner, as if too ashamed of her family to look up.
“I take it, that’s not a normal ritual at a wedding reception,” Niles commented.
Cruz swatted him. Hard.
As Niles rubbed his arm and watched the party gather itself together again, he murmured, “And that is why I’ll probably never marry.”
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