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The wedding
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I stood there, frozen to the spot, staring at the door he had just left through. I couldn’t believe I had been left there, the bottom of my dress bunching on the floor.
I was suddenly freezing, my bare arms wishing that I hadn’t tied my long, dark hair up. I decided I would not stoop and cry in front of everyone. My mind was going a mile a minute but I was paralysed. I was frozen; almost able to see what I looked like standing at the top of this room.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t do this. I just can’t. I’m too young Maria, I’m sorry I left it until now, but it didn’t dawn on me in the church.”
His last sentence was replaying in my mind.
“Shit.”
That one word was the only thing I could say and just saying it, even as I did, in a whisper seemed to bring life back into my body. I shifted myself and went over to the DJ.
“Yeah, so the wedding reception is off… can you just tell everyone there was a change of plan and play that song ‘Hit the Road, Jack’? Thanks. Just give it fifteen minutes though, yeah?”
I left the ballroom and went upstairs. I picked out my favourite dress and my most comfortable pair of Docs. I left my make-up as was but let my hair down from its constricting clips.
When I got back to the ballroom the DJ pressed ‘play’ on my special request, I went over to my best friend, grabbed her arm and started dancing.
I wasn’t going to let that ass ruin my wedding day. Even if he was the groom.
By: Michelle O’Connor
