Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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Surprisingly, we arrived on time. We stood outside the stone church with a few of my old 'friends', just chatting and catching up. I was very hesitant to talk about myself, I didn't want to feed into the rumours. Maggie and I standing near each other prompted a few of the older ladies to start their whispering.

My family arrived ten minutes after us, they were all dressed up in their Sunday best and keeping their distance. I searched for Malachi amongst them, but he was no where to be seen. I did, however, see my dad. He was wheeling my mum around with some struggle. He was somehow skinner than when I last saw him. I wanted to approach him, but I never knew what to say to him- even when I lived at home. Maggie clearly saw my dilemma and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

We were all ushered inside, Tyla's family was allowed in first, me and my family allowed in second. My family took up the first right pew, forcing Maggie and I to sit behind them. I tutted as Daz turned around and stuck his tongue out at us. Soon, all the other guests piled in.

The Church was beautiful inside, I always forgot that. The big stained glass window which depicted the Virgin Mary with a gold halo around her head sat behind the alter, cascading colourful lights as the sun hit it. The carpet leading up to the alter was a deep red colour, it looked untouched despite us walking on it a few seconds ago. Candles littered the church, creating a dim light. Maggie seemed dumbfounded by the display, her mouth hung slightly open as she looked around. I grinned at her and placed my hand on her knee- this brought her out of her trance.

"You ok?" She whispered to me, I nodded.

"Do you like it?" I asked her in a hushed tone, this caused my mum to spin her head around and shoot me daggers. Maggie pulled a face before nodding at me. I removed my hand once the music started playing.

The bridesmaids were the first to walk in, a groomsman linked by their arms. The women wore light blue dresses that dragged along the floor, the men wore basic suits. I huffed to myself- it's clear Tyla's family paid for all of this. I wasn't able to get a good look at them, only the backs of their heads- but judging by the jewels in her mother's hair, I knew they were rich.

My brother was the next to walk in, he had a large grin spread across his face with his hands clasped in front of him. He glanced towards us, but his main focus was on Tyla's family. They were looking him up and down, searching for a flaw. In my eyes, my brother looked perfect. My mum let out a choked sob noise, Shirly shushed her.

Last but not least, Tyla sauntered in. She was linked arms with her father. He caught my attention first, he was a slender man with grey hair. He had a scar running down his face, one of his eyes was completely white. Everything about him looked... sharp and harsh. He looked terrifying. Maggie picked up on this as she snarled at him before looking back at my brother.

My eyes settled on Tyla as she walked. She was wearing a silk white dress which only just touched the floor- it was basic and yet so beautiful. Her long black hair was completely straight, not a stray piece in sight. Her veil was thin, with perfect creases. Her bouquet was a bunch of lilies and baby's breath. Everything was so simple with her. Her face, her body, her attitude. I knew a million other girls like Tyla from the brothel.

Tyla put on a good show throughout the ceremony, wiping fake tears away from her eyes, giving happy looks to her mother. She was playing this part perfectly. My brother was completely enthralled with her, he never glanced our way. His eyes remained on hers. A true picture of devotion. It caused a hard lump to develop in my throat, Maggie grabbed my hand half way through the ceremony and held it in her lap for the rest of the morning.

The wedding ended after an hour; we were all ushered into the Churches back garden. The cemetery was to the right of us, blocked off by a metal pronged fence, Tyla kept glaring at it like she was upset the tombstones were interfering with her perfect wedding.