There were people all around and an odd air of supposed happiness, but ill-tempered emotions and jealousy ran through the female figureheads like an incurable disease.
"I can't believe she wore HER wedding dress to THIS wedding! She had hers yesterday!"
"... I can't believe my house caught on fire so I'm caught here in my own stupid wedding dress.. it's all I have left.. and now I look like a moron.. I spilled plum juice on it! Do you have a stain stick?"
:: Snub Nose Comment ::
"Just go to the garage sale down the street!"
"No, I have some pajamas I will change into"
"Just go down there and so some shopping"
"No .."
"why???"
"I just don't like shopping that much!"
"oh...." ::disapproving stare::
The hall was not completely decorated. Throughout dinner, it blossomed piece by piece into an unfinished expression of wealth and grandeur. The bride was clearly elsewhere, groom oblivious.
A high school play began in the back of the hall, so everyone was distracted while the Mother of the Bride and Mother of the Groom engaged in a brawl, scratching and tearing each of their expectations apart, leaving them on the dance floor.
The glitter and rose petals made for a glamorous disaster.
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