"If you ever fall in love, do so without reservation, or rather, if you should fall in love simply give no thought to any reservation."
- Vincent van Gogh
Part one of two of "Love Without Hesitation".
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The wedding had finally come and everything about the evening was beautiful, the ceremony, the celebration, the setting, the music, the dress my sister wore. When comparing the setting to everything my mother and sister had talked about for the wedding, it was perfect to their concern.
And it was, to the normal person, person in attendance or anyone who wasn't me, it was perfect. To me, I could appreciate everything, the effort that went into the celebration, the beauty in the ceremony and the vows my sister and her fiancé shared but I felt out of place. I was out of place. Nothing felt right, it all looked perfect but within me, nothing was.
Not since my brother saw me and Yelena. Not since he kicked her out and destroyed all of my belongings from her. Not since he had a private conversation with my parents regarding my relationship.
I did internally thank him for not mentioning my relationship with Yelena, he gave them the idea that I was in a secret relationship with a man. But that it was anything but good, which was also anything but good for me as my parents' solution was sending me to Paris with my sister and her now husband.
My sister's part in all of this was to essentially babysit me, and find me a respectable, gentleman and honorable suitor. Which I suppose, disregarding Paris, was going to happen eventually.
During the reception, couples danced, people laughed, the music swelled in the room, filling the room with a liveliness. Between the smiles and the music, the atmosphere was even more so spirited.
I even caught myself bobbing my head lightly to the music, standing beside my sister. "Can you fetch mother for me?" My sister leaned over to me, smiling with delight as she and her husband continued with their conversation with their guest.
Nodding, I went off in the direction of my mother, quietly excusing myself as I passed through groups of people. Most were unaware of me, either given the fact that they were so involved with their conversation or drinking or that my voice was so quiet that I was practically invisible.
"Excuse me Sir," I pushed through two people, the bigger man turning around and accidentally bumping my shoulder with his glass. The red liquid rushed down the entire front of my dress, a few drops landing on my face as I stood still for a moment, opening my eyes to look down at the mess.
"Oh goodness!" The man grabbed my arms to steady me though I was already moving away from him, turning my attention to my dress rather than the apologies he was expressing profusely. "I'm so sorry, my dear, how may I help?"
I shook my head and offered a smile to the older man, seeing his distraught face as his eyebrows were knit together, his eyes widened a bit as he kept surveying the spill that was sure to set in any second now. "It's no trouble at all, Sir, it was a mere accident. If you'll excuse me," I turned away, heading for the restrooms though my mother grabbed my arm on my way passing her.
"Y/N, what happened?" She asked me, her tone being one of shock which soon changed from her exasperated state to a shake of the head. "I told you that you would manage to dirty your dress," she tsked in disapproval. She continued to scold me, my brother standing near her with an empty look on his face as he glanced at my dress. He met my eyes and took them away slowly, as though he didn't even realize I was there.
