• Title: Who Said It Would Be Easy?: A Story of Faith
  • Author: Cheryl Faye
  • Released: 2013-11-26
  • Language: English
  • Pages: 464
  • ISBN: 1593093535
  • ISBN13: 978-1593093532
  • ASIN: 1593093535
About the Author Cheryl Faye is the author of five novels: Be Careful What You Wish For, First Love, A Test of Time, A Time For Us, and At First SightWho Said It Would Be Easy? is her first book in the Christian fiction genre. She has two sons and lives in New York.

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It was a perfect day for a wedding. The temperature may have been in the high-nineties, but there wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the cerulean blue sky and the air was free of humidity.

Charisse Ellison was happy about that. She had spent three hours at her best friend’s salon yesterday getting a manicure, pedicure and facial, plus a new cut and perm and would have been fit to be tied if she’d had to worry about her style shriveling up.

Standing among the throng at the bottom of the steps of First Canaan A.M.E. Church in Queens, New York, Charisse took in her surroundings. Most of her large family had turned out for the mid-July wedding. Watching them as they all waited for the bride and groom to appear, Charisse realized that the only time they got together nowadays was either for a wedding or a funeral. During her childhood, her parents, uncles and aunts did not need a reason to get their collective families together on a fairly regular basis. Most lived in the New York, New Jersey area, and others were spread out between there and Baltimore, so it was never difficult for them to get together. Sadly, as the elder members of the family got older and died off, the younger generations seemed to be too wrapped up in their own lives to make time for simple family gatherings. That was probably one of the reasons the turnout for Jewel’s wedding was so large.

As Jewel and her new husband, Terrance Wilson, emerged from the church, the crowd in front broke into applause. Remembering the conversation she’d had with Jewel the night before, and knowing how happy her cousin was to finally be married to the man of her dreams, Charisse’s face was lit by her bright smile.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy because God had yet to send her husband-to-be. Charisse looked forward to the day she would start her own family. Unbeknownst to most of the Ellison clan, Jewel and Terrance were already on their way to becoming parents. Jewel had confided in Charisse at the end of her bridal shower last weekend that she would be three months pregnant this coming week. It didn’t matter that she was thirty years old; Jewel’s parents were old school and legalistically religious. Aunt Jean was the eldest of Charisse’s father’s siblings. Charisse and Jewel both knew that she would not have been happy about her daughter being pregnant on her wedding day.

Charisse’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her mother’s voice. “Johnny, why’d you bring your camera if you’re not going to use it?”

“I’m getting the pictures, Barb. Besides we’ve got all afternoon to take pictures of them,” her father said.

“But you should at least get a shot of them leaving the church.”

Charisse smiled as she watched her parents’ playful bickering. Having tied the knot right after high school, they had been married for thirty-eight years. They were both quite youthful looking fifty-six-year-olds and they made an incredibly handsome couple. Childhood sweethearts, the elder Ellisons had met in the ninth grade when John had been assigned as a math tutor to Barbara.

Always thrilled by watching them together, Charisse’s heart swelled with pride and joy. Even after all these years, her parents’ mutual adoration, admiration and affection were still very evident. She believed their loving playfulness was what kept them so young looking and young-at-heart.

Dressed today in a Christian Dior gown, Barbara presented a striking picture of maturity with her stylishly coiffed silver hair. Looking polished in his Armani tuxedo, John got many second looks from women in the crowd—young and old alike—but he had eyes for no one but his comely wife.

“Mommy, stop picking on Daddy. David’s getting the shots. He’s right up front,” Charisse playfully scolded. Her oldest brother was a professional photographer and, with the help of his crew, was recording the entire event on film and video as a gift to his cousin.

“That’s right, Barb, so stop fussing. You know we’ll get copies of all the best shots.”

John turned to his youngest daughter, placed his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, baby.”

Frowning, Barbara said, “You need to mind your business, Risi.”

Sidling up to her mother, Charisse purred, “I love you, too, Mommy,” and wrapped her in a quick embrace as she kissed her cheek.

“Get off of me,” Barbara said as she smiled and playfully shrugged Charisse off before turning back to the happy couple. “Jewel looks so beautiful.”

“Doesn’t she?” Charisse agreed as she turned and gazed at her cousin.

“He’s quite a handsome fellow,” Barbara added.

Cutting her eyes at her mother, Charisse said, “Mommy, brotha’s fine.”

“Oh, no, I missed the ceremony.”

Turning simultaneously when they heard the female voice behind them, Charisse and her parents were joined by her sister.

“I was wondering where you were,” Barbara said.

“Joe was late picking up the girls,” she replied as she kissed her mother’s cheek.

“Hi, Daddy. Hey, Risi,” she said and kissed them both in turn.

“Hey, Star,” Charisse greeted her older sister.

“Why didn’t you bring them?” John asked, referring to his granddaughters.

“Because I want to have a good time. It’s so seldom I get to go out. I’m going to enjoy myself today.”

“I heard that,” Charisse muttered.

Known to family and close friends as Star due to her childhood aspirations of becoming a world famous model and actress, Angelina James was five years older than Charisse and the divorced mother of two young daughters upon whom she had transferred her aspirations. Dressed in a simple, but stylish red tank dress, Star was almost the mirror image of their mother save her long, blond-tinted hair.

Star asked, “Did they start on time?”

“Five minutes late,” Barbara answered.

“I was hoping Jewel would have taken her time getting here.”

“Jewel was too eager to get married to be late to her own wedding,” Charisse stated.

“Hey, Risi!”

Charisse and her family turned at this new voice.

“Hey, girl!” Charisse was thrilled to see her best friend making her way through the crowd. Embracing, the women exchanged pecks on the cheek.

“Ooh, your hair looks great! And I love your dress.”

“Thanks,” said Charisse.

A portrait of walking elegance, Charisse was wearing a crystal-blue raw silk strapless knee-length dress that flattered her hourglass figure. Her feet were ensconced in ice blue Ferragamo sandals with three-inch heels that exposed her freshly pedicured toes.

“Connie definitely hooked me up, but look at you.” Taking her friend’s hand, Charisse spun her around as if in a dance.

Almost a full head shorter than Charisse’s five feet, six inches, Myra Lopez wore a stunning lime green print halter swing dress—the colors of which blended splendidly with her dark, Mediterranean skin tone—and gold t-strap sandals. Her waist-length hair was styled in loose, flowing curls.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ellison. Hey, Star.” Reaching out, she hugged both of Charisse’s parents.

“Hey, Myra,” Star answered.

“How you doin’, sweetheart?” John asked.

“I’m good. You’re looking sharp,” she said, gingerly touching his lapel.

“Well, you know, I can’t have my children looking better than me,” he said smugly.

Everyone laughed.

“Were you inside?” Charisse asked Myra.

“Yeah, I got here right after they started. I was in the back. I saw you when you were leaving the church, but I didn’t want to be yelling in there, you know.”

Turning back to Jewel and Terrance, who were still standing at the door of the church, Charisse sighed. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

“She sure does. She looks so happy, too.”

“I know.”

“I forgot how fine Terry is,” Myra said.

“Yeah, isn’t he? I was checking out his groomsmen, too. There’s some good looking brothas on his line.”

“Well, you know I was checking them out.”

“How’re you getting to the reception?” Charisse asked, changing the subject.

“I was hoping to bum a ride with you. Do you have room for me?”

“Of course.”

STEFÀN WAS DECKED OUT IN A STEEL BLUE, five-button single-breasted suit, which was accessorized by a pale gray Italian cotton shirt monogrammed with his initials, its French cuffs boasting white gold knotted links. A silver lattice silk tie expertly knotted at his throat, and midnight blue snakeskin shoes completed the ensemble.

Equally eye-catching in a light olive, four button, single-breasted suit with an ecru cotton shirt and olive silk jacquard pattern tie was his best friend, Julian, whose outfit was complemented by brown calfskin oxfords.

Suddenly intoxicated by the smoothness of dual auras, women of varying ages turned to get a better look when the two men entered the reception hall during the cocktail portion of Jewel and Terrance’s reception.

Walking with a rhythmic bravado that bellowed as if he was stepping to theme music, Stefàn knew he looked good. He also knew the females were checking him out. They always did. Notoriously vain, the slender six feet, four inches tall, butterscotch complexioned man took great pains to maintain his impeccable appearance. His hair—worn about a quarter inch in length and gradually faded on the sides and back to the hairline—was always freshly cut as he had a standing appointment every Friday with his barber of ten years. Flawless skin and a pencil-thin mustache and goatee complemented his unco... --This text refers to the edition.

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