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 g...