From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
"Did anyone remember clear nail polish?" Theresa was frantically looking at the run that was beginning
at the heel of her nylons.
"In my bag by the door," Jessica replied from her spot on the couch where she and Kay were occupying
Ashley and Amanda. Theresa ran over to the door and dug through the bag until she triumphantly held up the nail
Pilar smiled at the chatter in the room as she was helping Ivy with her veil in front of the mirror. "You
look beautiful, Ivy. Your dress becomes you, but happiness is what makes your ensemble complete."
"Thank you, Pilar. I am happy." And she truly was. This was the day she had been pining for since
the day the met Sam. Ivy looked in the mirror and observed her appearance. Her wedding gown was a warm ivory
duchess satin. The gown was simply magnificent. It had on small cap sleeves that rested lightly on Ivy’s shoulders.
There was a fold on the top of the gown that started in the back, wound around the front and neckline, and met
again at the back. The fold was decorated with tiny gold beads. The gown was fitted until just above her hips
where it flowed out elegantly. Yards and yards of ivory satin made up the long train and skirt of the gown which
was not puffy, but cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall with its fullness. Tiny satin covered buttons adorned
the back of the gown in a straight line from the top to midway down the train. There was also a wide satin wrap
with gold beadwork that hung down from Ivy’s elbows. And the veil. What a wonder it was. It was several long
layers of sheer ivory chiffon and a matching satin ribbon covered all the edges. The layers were attached to a
small, intricate, gold crown. The crown rested atop Ivy’s hair, which was partially up in the front with a few
soft tendrils floating down while the rest of her wavy hair sat on her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection.
She designed the dress on her own, although Theresa had offered to help, and had finally come up with something
Today was going to be a perfect day, and yet, something that seemed so small a trivial in her mind’s eye had been
bothering Ivy all morning. "Pilar, can I tell you something?"
"Of course you can," Pilar looked over at the girls out of old habit to see if they were listening, but
they were chatting away.
"I wish," Ivy started, "I wish…that my mother and father were here. I never forgave them for forcing
me to marry Julian, but they were still my parents, and I loved them."
"I know you did, Ivy. But what they did to you was unforgivable."
"Yes, but I wish they could be here today to see how happy I am, would always have been, if they had just
let me marry Sam. I wish my father were here to walk me down the aisle and give me away." Ivy’s eyes started
to glisten and Kay, Jessica, and Theresa were listening now.
"Well, Ethan will be walking you down the aisle today, and he’s just as protective as any father." Theresa
was being upbeat and trying to cheer up her mother. "And Mama has been like a mother hen to everyone."
Ivy put her arm around Pilar and smiled. "Theresa’s right. Pilar, you’ve been a part of my life since I
was thirteen years old. You may be a little to young to be my mother, but you always had motherly advice for me.
Everyone I need is here," she said, smiling around the room. "But I do hope Heather, Lily, and Holly
come. It wouldn’t be the same without them."
Then there was a knock at the door. "If its Dad, don’t let him in," Kay shrieked. "It’s bad luck!"
"Don’t be silly, Kay. He already saw all of us when we had pictures taken earlier. Who is it," Jessica
"It’s Ethan. Everyone is seated and we’re ready start. Are you all ready?"
"Absolutely," Ivy said swinging open the door.
Ethan stared at his mother. Never before had she been so radiant and happy. He smiled and kissed her cheek, "It
appears you are. You look wonderful."
"Thank you, Darling. Alright everyone, it’s time to start."