IN THE COZY, CHARMING PICTURESQUE beach town of Carmel-by-the-Sea, a lone white Victorian church was nestled among the luxuriant green hillside. With the sun setting in the distance, an organ played the traditional wedding march, and out on the roadside, parked near the church, was a line of expensive luxury cars such as Bentley’s, Jaguars, and Mercedes.
The exhilarating smell of money filled the air.
Inside the small quaint church, a young couple in their early twenties, stood solemnly at the altar with about a hundred people attending the ceremony. The bride was dressed in a long white lace, traditional wedding gown, while the groom was wearing classic rhree-piece suit with tails.
An elderly minister in his late sixties, stood soberly in front of them concluding the marriage service, as Mrs. Margaret Millen, a disheveled woman in her sixties seated in a wheelchair, looked on. Disheveled or not, she was still a distinguished-looking old gal with wild tousled gray hair and a far away look in her eyes.
After the bride and groom kissed at the end of the rite, Mrs. Millen suddenly pushed her wheelchair up the aisle for a closer look.
“Bullshit...” she mumbled quietly to herself.
The ceremony concluded and the bride and groom rushed out of the church past a throng of well-wishers who cheered, and showered them with rice and confetti.
On the street outside the front doors of the church, a white limousine was waiting with a uniformed chauffer. The driver opened the back door for the newly weds to enter, but before climbing in, the bride smiled at the attendees and paused briefly to throw her bouquet of yellow roses. She raised her arm to throw as her girlfriends rushed forward to catch it, but unfortunately all were shoved aside by Mrs. Millen in her wheelchair, who charged recklessly through the crowd, knocking down everyone in her path!
Like a pro-football player, somehow old lady Millen caught the flowers and a wicked smile came over her face. Then she stared down blankly at the bouquet and began to eat the flowers!
The church minister was aghast at the sight, and he and two elderly matrons ran over to try and take the bouquet from her hands, but she swatted at them away. Struggling with the minister and matrons, Mrs. Millen fell over in her wheelchair, bringing them all down with her. She finally let go of the bouquet where they all continued to wrestle on the ground in the grass.
Beth Millen, the lovely twenty-year old slim, blonde bride and daughter of Mrs. Millen was standing next to the waiting limo watching her mother in dread, as her husband’s arm reached out of the limo, yanked her inside and the car sped away.
