Stumbles
The invitation came on April 18, the wedding was June 25. Of course.
She wanted a summer wedding.
He probably objected, he never did want to marry after all.
But I guess if there was ever a time to get married, it'd be in the summer. Or was it spring? Who knows.
I went through the motions; bought a sapphire blue dress, new shoes, and overpriced manicure plus pedicure. Oh and suppressed every thought inside me that it would be completely inappropriate to attend.
He did not want to invite me, she thought it was a formality since I had seen her at the bridal store.
Aware they were dating, sure. Aware they were serious, oblivious.
I tried to run out, I really did. If it weren't for Annalee in the dressing room, I would have most certainly bolted. But why bother? I may as well inspect.
Her glossy blonde hair seemed to illuminate the shop, her pale blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in her reflection. She stood petite and slender in a fitting, elaborate white princess gown that likely cost four times as much as three months rent. She was gorgeous and elegant and all the gentle qualities I was never deemed for having.
In comparison, I'm composed of forever frizzy nut-brown hair, the type of hazel eyes people say reflect in the sunlight but I'm never quiet sure, and a 5"11 stature that is commonly referred to as "amazon height".
Let's face it, she was sugar and spice and everything nice, where I was made of sarcasm and wine and everything fine. We had our differences, to say the least and for the most part, I was absolutely okay with them.
However, I never figured our differences would have resulted in a broken heart in my chest and a diamond ring on her finger.
I tried to shy away, get behind some dresses before scurrying away to the dressing room. But it failed. I stumbled over a Vera Wang train and landed right into a nightmare: coming face to face with my ex's new person in a dress shop.
"Lesleigh?", her voice sounded like melted honey and was met with my raspy shock.
"Hey! Megan! It's you! Wow, what are you doing here? You come here often? I'm here with my friend Annalee, it's not like she's getting married, she's just getting a dress for a wedding of her cousin's wedding. But you know, bridal stores are the place to get them", I was rambling. I didn't even breathe in between sentences, I asked her a question and gave her no time to respond. Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid any eye contact to her finger hoping maybe if I didn't notice it, it wouldn't pop up in conversation.
"Oh... well... Charles and I are, well, we're sort of engaged", the words fell out of her mouth as if they had come from the pit of her stomach. She felt just as bad as I did in this situation and I'm honestly not sure which one of us felt worse.
"Oh! Wow! Congratulations.", I tried to sound sincere but really I could feel the tears welling up in the back of my eyes and the knot push up my throat. I needed this conversation to end, I needed to find Annalee, I needed to cry somewhere in a dressing room, I needed to shove my face with chocolate and inhale ten shots of vodka. But in reality, I'm not sure what I needed first if any of those options at all.
Thankfully, Megan sensed my discomfort, ending the conversation with a polite "see you around" and a gracious smile. I couldn't even hate the girl.
As calmly as I could, I retreated to the dressing rooms, found Annalee, doing everything I needed to do and more. She treated me to a new pair of shoes, gelato, and five glasses of wine on top of the tears in the dressing room and vodka chocolate.
So here I am today, zipped up in my new sapphire dress, nude heels, perl earrings, and beige watch; on my way to my ex's wedding with the only hope in mind that Megan stumbles down the aisle.
She wanted a summer wedding.
He probably objected, he never did want to marry after all.
But I guess if there was ever a time to get married, it'd be in the summer. Or was it spring? Who knows.
I went through the motions; bought a sapphire blue dress, new shoes, and overpriced manicure plus pedicure. Oh and suppressed every thought inside me that it would be completely inappropriate to attend.
He did not want to invite me, she thought it was a formality since I had seen her at the bridal store.
Aware they were dating, sure. Aware they were serious, oblivious.
I tried to run out, I really did. If it weren't for Annalee in the dressing room, I would have most certainly bolted. But why bother? I may as well inspect.
Her glossy blonde hair seemed to illuminate the shop, her pale blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in her reflection. She stood petite and slender in a fitting, elaborate white princess gown that likely cost four times as much as three months rent. She was gorgeous and elegant and all the gentle qualities I was never deemed for having.
In comparison, I'm composed of forever frizzy nut-brown hair, the type of hazel eyes people say reflect in the sunlight but I'm never quiet sure, and a 5"11 stature that is commonly referred to as "amazon height".
Let's face it, she was sugar and spice and everything nice, where I was made of sarcasm and wine and everything fine. We had our differences, to say the least and for the most part, I was absolutely okay with them.
However, I never figured our differences would have resulted in a broken heart in my chest and a diamond ring on her finger.
I tried to shy away, get behind some dresses before scurrying away to the dressing room. But it failed. I stumbled over a Vera Wang train and landed right into a nightmare: coming face to face with my ex's new person in a dress shop.
"Lesleigh?", her voice sounded like melted honey and was met with my raspy shock.
"Hey! Megan! It's you! Wow, what are you doing here? You come here often? I'm here with my friend Annalee, it's not like she's getting married, she's just getting a dress for a wedding of her cousin's wedding. But you know, bridal stores are the place to get them", I was rambling. I didn't even breathe in between sentences, I asked her a question and gave her no time to respond. Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid any eye contact to her finger hoping maybe if I didn't notice it, it wouldn't pop up in conversation.
"Oh... well... Charles and I are, well, we're sort of engaged", the words fell out of her mouth as if they had come from the pit of her stomach. She felt just as bad as I did in this situation and I'm honestly not sure which one of us felt worse.
"Oh! Wow! Congratulations.", I tried to sound sincere but really I could feel the tears welling up in the back of my eyes and the knot push up my throat. I needed this conversation to end, I needed to find Annalee, I needed to cry somewhere in a dressing room, I needed to shove my face with chocolate and inhale ten shots of vodka. But in reality, I'm not sure what I needed first if any of those options at all.
Thankfully, Megan sensed my discomfort, ending the conversation with a polite "see you around" and a gracious smile. I couldn't even hate the girl.
As calmly as I could, I retreated to the dressing rooms, found Annalee, doing everything I needed to do and more. She treated me to a new pair of shoes, gelato, and five glasses of wine on top of the tears in the dressing room and vodka chocolate.
So here I am today, zipped up in my new sapphire dress, nude heels, perl earrings, and beige watch; on my way to my ex's wedding with the only hope in mind that Megan stumbles down the aisle.
Well, I can honestly say, that was wonderful and heartbreaking. Love the,"I was made of sarcasm and wine and everything fine."
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