Gen 7 Ch 8: Picture-perfect

After much research, Grace and Jamey had finally decided on the newly opened Buckshot Shotgun Wedding Park as the perfect venue for their special day.

With the help of her aunts and cousins, Grace had spent hours getting ready. They'd pinned her hair up, applied her makeup and carefully positioned flower arrangements, all in accordance with Grace's meticulously curated wedding simterest board.

Everything was exactly the way she'd always imagined.

Except for one thing...

Grace had been holding out until the very last minute before she finally agreed for her cousin to step in as maid of honor. Now she sat in the pastel-colored room, all ready to go, knowing that everyone outside was anxiously waiting for the bride to appear so the wedding ceremony could finally begin.

Just a few more minutes, Grace told herself, maybe she'll show up after all...

She knew it was pointless--the few letters Gloria had sent had been nothing short of discouraging and the wedding invitation hadn't even received a reply. Still, something deep inside Grace wouldn't give up hope.

She stared at the bouquet on the dresser in front of her. It was beautiful, its reflection in the mirror showing a perfect twin. Yet my twin isn't here, she thought glumly.

Muffled by the soft carpet, the sound of footsteps drew closer. That had to be aunt Faye, coming to complain once again that everyone was waiting for Grace. She sighed.

The footsteps stopped and Grace looked up at the reflection in the mirror, expecting to see her aunt's impatient face again. But instead there was--

"GLORIA," Grace shrieked and lunged at her twin sister, wrapping her in a huge hug. "You came!"

Grace kept her hands on Gloria's shoulders, not wanting to let go as she leaned back to look her sister up and down. "Gloria, you look amazing!"

Gloria laughed as she disentangled herself gently. "No, you look amazing! Look at you, all dressed up like a fairy tale princess. I can't believe you're getting married!"

"I'm so happy you got the invitation," Grace said. "I almost thought you didn't..."

Gloria's shoulders slumped. "Look, Grace, I read your letters and..."

"And I read your replies." Grace was still smiling. She was used to putting on a brave face, but the look in her eyes betrayed just how much her feelings had been hurt.

"Yeah, I figured." Gloria bit her lip. "Grace, I just need to tell you... those letters, that--that wasn’t me. Please forget all of that, okay? It wasn't--you shouldn't..." Gloria paused, then took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "You're my best friend and I love you. I hope you know that."

"I always knew that," Grace said softly. "I'm so glad you're feeling better though. So you're done with that place for good?"

"For good."

"That's amazing," Grace beamed. "You need to tell me everything!"

"No time," Gloria said with a laugh. "We can talk later. But now we've got to hurry--you're about to get married!"

Grace's eyes grew wide with excitement. "I'm about to get married," she squealed.

*

The ceremony was, of course, absolutely perfect.

Even after the sun had set and the twinkling lights on the pond had to compete with the stars in the sky, the celebrations were still in full swing.

Freddie wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but as the night went on, found himself slow dancing with Larissa.

After Freddie had trodden on her toes for the third time, Larissa had taken the lead and was now whirling him around the dance floor.

"See? It's easy," she grinned. "Just keep your eyes on me and do what I'm doing."

Larissa counted the steps with the rhythm, making Freddie copy her, but he kept messing up the order. Larissa chuckled at his dejected look. "Aw, Freddie. Why the long face? Sure, you're a terrible dancer, but that's nothing to be so sad about."

"No, it's not that," Freddie mumbled,  "I've just got a lot of stuff on my mind today, I guess."

Larissa smiled understandingly. "Bummed about losing your little girl? Yeah, I don't know what I'll do when my Pat gets married one day... they'll always be our babies, right?"

Fred shook his head no. "I'm happy for Grace," he said. "Jamey is cool, I guess, and she likes him, so that's cool. It's just that... Well, I know I'm not supposed to be thinking about that right now because it's kind of selfish or whatever, but the thing is... I never got to have any of this, you know?" Freddie furrowed his brow, struggling to formulate his thoughts. "I don't mean a wedding, not necessarily, just... someone who'll be there with me, always. I feel like I've been waiting for... something... to happen, but it never did. And while I was waiting, time just kind of flew by. And now it's too late and I'll never have... this."

As Fred spoke, Larissa had gradually stopped swaying, almost causing Freddie to step on her toes again. She regained her rhythm quickly, however. "But what if it's not too late," she asked. "What if you can still have it?"

Freddie stared at her blankly. Larissa exhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves. This was tough, but now was not the time for subtlety.

"What if you can have it with me," she augmented. "I always liked you, Freddie. I think we can make this work. You and me, together. What do you think?"

Freddie blinked, confused. Then, slowly, realization dawned on him. "That... that sounds nice," he smiled.

And finally, Freddie managed to move along with Larissa's rhythm.

*

Cheeks still flushed from all the dancing, the bride had finally managed to excuse herself from the festivities to corner her sister.

"Tell me everything," Grace demanded excitedly.

Gloria sighed and bit her lip. She had been aching for this moment for so long, but now that it was here, she didn't know what to do.

So much had happened. They were things that Gloria had yet to fully process herself, things she still couldn't quite explain. Deceit, violence, murder and... strange apparitions...

Gloria had been through hell and back and had longed to reveal the truth behind everything. But now, as Grace stood before her, so beautiful in her perfect gown, just married and so utterly happy, Gloria knew it was not the time.

Grace would blame herself, which was the last thing that Gloria wanted right now. There was no one to blame, nothing good to accomplish by dwelling on it. It was time to move on.

Gloria cleared her throat. "There was some... tough stuff I had to get through and, well," she paused, fidgeting with her fingers. "Sometimes it seemed like there was no way out. But it's over and I'd rather not talk about it now." Or ever, she added silently.

"You're right," Grace allowed. "There's plenty of time for you to tell me more when we get home. Oh, I can't wait for you to see how we remodeled the house! I kept your room exactly the way it was, but we'll need to redecorate it of course! You're not a teenager anymore after all. It'll be so much fun! You could even pick a different room--you should, actually. One of the bigger ones! What about the one on the third floor..."

Gloria smiled as her sister chattered on and steeled herself for what had to come next. "Actually, Grace," she began, "I wasn't planning on coming back to live at home." Grace looked confused, but Gloria continued. "I really want to travel for a while, to see the world, you know? I think it'd do me good to follow through on some of the things I always told myself I'd do one day."

"That sounds amazing," Grace gushed. "Ohmyplumbob, that place we saw in that movie--Love and Truffles, remember? We always said we'd go there together one day!"

"Yeah, Monte Vista. It's on my list. And I'd really love for you to come, but--"

"But I..." Grace cut in, following her sister's thought. "I just..."

"But you just got married," Gloria finished, smiling. "And if you're going anywhere right now, it should be on a honeymoon."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Grace mumbled. "But... now that you're back... well, not back, since you're not staying--" Grace fumbled for words, uncharacteristically insecure. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

"We'll visit Monte Vista together another time," Gloria offered. "Who knows, maybe I can even show you around then!"

"That--that sounds amazing," Grace breathed.

Grace could tell there was nothing to be done. Gloria's mind was made up. She looked determined and--most importantly--happy. It was a joy to see. Grace would not try and stop her.

"You're still my best friend," Grace said, fighting the tears as she hugged her sister goodbye.

"Forever," Gloria confirmed.

Grace's heart was filled to bursting with happiness. Could life get any better?

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And while Grace starts her new life as a happily married sim, Gloria is off on an adventure of her own! That's right, I just can't leave the poor girl alone. You can see what she gets up to in her very own Wishacy: My Way.


Here's what Gene did autonomously during all the dancing, btw:

Weddings aren't really his thing.

Gen 7 Ch 7: Stellar Performance

After working hard to rebuild the house into a cozy home, Grace and Jamey continued to work just as hard on building up their careers.

With her impressive grades and letters of recommendation from various professors, it had been a cinch for Grace to find a renowned director to take her under his wing. For now her tasks mainly consisted of fetching coffee, but she gained invaluable insight into the inner workings of a movie production and couldn't wait to see her name come up in the end credits for the first time.

Not one to brag about her own achievements, Grace preferred to reiterate how proud she was of Jamey, whose recently published novel, The Man in the Ironic Mask had become an instant bestseller.

"Isn't he amazing," she repeated her rhetorical question at the breakfast table, "His editor said he might even be the next Aldousim Huxley. I mean, didn't you absolutely adore Jamey's book?"

Freddie, surprised at the sudden question and uncomfortably reminded of his school years, choked on a piece of his pop tart. He took the opportunity to extend the coughing fit, hoping that Grace might forget what she'd asked in the first place. When he looked up again after what he thought was a stellar performance, he was dismayed to find his daughter still smiling at him expectantly.

"Uhm, sure," he muttered finally. "I really liked the part with the... mask... yeah."

Luckily, Grace seemed satisfied with his answer and was now looking at Gene.

"Didn't read it," Gene said simply.

***

With everything going as swimmingly as it was, there was only one logical next step.

The moment was absolutely perfect, just as she had always imagined it. The sun sparkled in the ocean waves, slowly approaching the horizon, as the man of her dreams knelt before Grace, offering her a unique, yet elegant ring.

"Yes! Yes, of course, Jamey," Grace squealed and pulled him into a bear hug.

Grace could barely contain her excitement. She whipped out her cell and began calling everyone she knew to spread the great news.

The one person she wanted to talk to most, however, was not reachable by phone.

Gloria had already made it painfully clear that she didn't want any more distractions, and Grace had honored her sister's wishes to the best of her abilities. But this, she reasoned, was a suitable reason for an exception.

Grace was uncharacteristically nervous when she sat down with the prettiest stationery she could find and began to compose yet another letter to Gloria.

While Grace was busy writing, Jamey found himself in the hot tub with Fred and Gene.

Jamey had expected the experience to be unpleasant, especially when Freddie had decided to get into the tub without his swimming trunks. But as the three men sat in the bubbling water there were no probing questions or aggressive testosterone-fueled threats about not hurting daughters or sisters.

“It’s cool,” Gene said.

“Grace always knows what’s best,” Freddie confirmed. “And even if we don’t know each other that well, she chose you. So you’re welcome to the family.”

*

After his future-father-in-law's kind words, Jamey felt it was obligatory to invite him to his bachelor party. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when Freddie declined though.

It would just be Jamey, his brother Jermey, his cousin Derrik and his friend Nathan--and the night would be that much more fun for it.

They watched the party dancer from a polite distance for a while...

... then began to chug down drink after drink.

The barkeeper made sure to keep the juice flowing and soon Jamey and Jermey were giggling like little school girls.

"She's totes checking you out," Jamey encouraged his older brother. "Go and get 'er number!"

"No way," Jermey whispered, glancing timidly over his shoulder. "You go get it for me!"

Emboldened by drink and with the best of intentions, Jamey approached the dancer. "'ave you met my broth--hic-- my brother Jermey?"

"Germy?" She wrinkled her nose. "Ew. Is he contagious?"

Jamey chortled.

"You're cute though," the dancer said as she casually brushed her fingers over Jamey's shoulder.

Jamey blushed, and with his juice-blurred mind, found himself unable to form a coherent reply. He just continued to giggle.

Unfortunately, Jermey had heard the exchange and rushed in to confront his brother.

"I bet your wife is going to find this verrry interesting," he taunted. "Want me to tell her or will you?"

"She's not my wife yet," Jamey barked. "And besides, I didn't do anything!"

The barkeeper, having years of experience dealing with sims under the influence of juice, could smell a fight from a mile away. He acted quickly, telling the juiced bachelors that the bar was closing and they had to head home.

The sun was already high in the sky when Jamey crawled into bed next to Grace.






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Did I tell you that Jamey picked up the Irresistible trait for his graduation? Well, his brother Jermey wasn't too happy about that. Also, Jamey and Jermey?? Really?! I know, it's crazy, but the game actually did that by itself. Sims ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I can't believe the last update was in July! I really missed writing these and reading all your kind comments! I hope you're well <3

And for those who follow it, there's an update on Pleasant Oaks Asylum as well! The end is in sight :O