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Chapter 7

           Whenshesawthelookonhisface,shethought:"Thiscan’tbereal.Itcan’tbe.It’sanightmare.I’llwakeupandfindit’sallbeenanightmare.Imustn’tthinkofitnow,orI’llbeginscreaminginfrontofallthesepeople.Ican’tthinknow.I’llthinklater,whenIcanstanditwhenIcan’tseehiseyes."

           Itwasallverydreamlike,thepassagethroughtheaisleofsmilingpeople,Charles’scarletfaceandstammeringvoiceandherownreplies,sostartlinglyclear,socold.Andthecongratulationsafterwardandthekissingandthetoastsandthedancingall,alllikeadream.EventhefeelofAshley’skissuponhercheek,evenMelanie’ssoftwhisper,"Now,we’rereallyandtrulysisters,"wereunreal.EventheexcitementcausedbytheswooningspellthatovertookCharles’plumpemotionalaunt,MissPittypatHamilton,hadthequalityofanightmare.

           Butwhenthedancingandtoastingwerefinallyendedandthedawnwascoming,whenalltheAtlantaguestswhocouldbecrowdedintoTaraandtheoverseer’shousehadgonetosleeponbeds,sofasandpalletsonthefloorandalltheneighborshadgonehometorestinpreparationfortheweddingatTwelveOaksthenextday,thenthedreamliketranceshatteredlikecrystalbeforereality.TherealitywastheblushingCharles,emergingfromherdressingroominhisnightshirt,avoidingthestartledlookshegavehimoverthehigh-pulledsheet.

           Ofcourse,sheknewthatmarriedpeopleoccupiedthesamebedbutshehadnevergiventhematterathoughtbefore.Itseemedverynaturalinthecaseofhermotherandfather,butshehadneverappliedittoherself.Nowforthefirsttimesincethebarbecuesherealizedjustwhatshehadbroughtonherself.

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