Hot Chocolate and Conflicts

Part Two F

Part 2 F

The first time I saw Annie was at her own wedding. I felt terribly sorry, I didn't even know her. But, I was celebrating her marriage all the same. In my opinion, that was better than bashing her happiness with a metaphorical rock.

I did not know what I had gotten myself into.

Her fiancé seemed like a good person. He seemed like he would treat Annie as if she was a princess. Her wedding day was a reflection of the limits Jace would go to for Annie.

The chapel didn't look like a chapel by the time he was done with it because on the inside, Annie was like a child, she still is. One of her obsessions was with Star Wars. The chapel was decorated with green lightsaber lamps. They gave a unique affect on the white dress she was wearing. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were dressed as Jedi Knights, blue lightsabers in hand. I wasn't expecting Annie to like Star Wars. I certainly wasn't expecting the priest to be Darth Vader, holding a red lightsaber and battling it out with Annie's father so that he could marry Annie and Jace. It was a total success and one of the best days in my entire existence.

Meeting Annie was fate. She became my best friend. She corrupted me with Star Wars and taught me how to cook. Truth be told, she was the first person I could really be honest with. About myself, and my opinions. I hadn't realized how much I needed her.

When Terence and I had taken our seats at the chapel, just before Annie walked down the aisle, we put on some last minute Star Wars get up. I put up a bit of a fight though. At that point in time, I had no idea what Star Wars was really about. It felt strange to hold a lightsaber and wear a hooded cape.

I think Terence wanted to look perfect. I just didn't want to look bad. Together, we were almost polar opposites.

It had already taken me half an hour to change after we arrived at the chapel. I had been working on my make up in the car. My hair was left as it was. I had curled it myself that morning. Like a tiny celebration of going out with friends for the first time in years.

It felt like that day was gone. It felt as though I was in a new world, a thousand miles away from home. This was undiscovered territory for me.
Dancing with a boy. Celebrating someone's love. Receiving the most beautiful dress as a gift, from someone that I wasn't supposed to like.

Unknowingly, on this particular day, I let myself go.

I let myself trust Terence Kynaston.

A/N

Howdy,
I would just like to say that after part two is finished (which might be this part, or the next part), I might bring all of the second part together. I didn't mean for the second part to go all the way to F.
Xoxo

Tina