The red dress

Chapter one

For every girl that has been let down by a man.

CHAPTER ONE

A sealed envelope, only holding what I hope to be four years of my life back. I know what it is, but I somehow wish to not know at all. Brought in by my mother who seems to be as 'thrilled' about it as I am, and chucked on to the radiator cabinet. "I think it's cruel," I hear from the kitchen. "I mean just a year in and they've gone and sent you an invitation?". Believe me I was as furious as her, but I couldn't help wondering myself why they had sent it. Maybe as a last horrar. Or just to spite me. Whatever it was I didn't want to get involved.

I decided it would be best if I forgot about the whole ordeal and went in to the kitchen to get breakfast. A bowl, milk and a whole load of cereal - just how it should be. As I went to open the fridge back open again however the coldness hit me and my body was invaded by goosebumps, I had nearly lost full control over my grip of the milk hip but gained balance again and only managed to spill a little dab. My hair and mind a mess from one price of paper with a few little decorations outlining names. I went in to 'my office' and scrolled through my emails to see if I had any unopened, only one, from the hospital announcing that I would be working with the Windsor football team that had been in the big leagues for a rather long time. I was just about to hit reply when I had been notified about a message .

'Syd are you going?'

'Where'

'to THE wedding'

'I'm not sure I don't know if I will'

'Come on show them what they're missing'

'Only if you buy all my drinks for me'

'Don't I do that anyway?'

Eventually, I plucked up the remorse to open the sealed envelope and I'm doing so I pulled out a small piece of card with the words 'Mr and Soon to be Mrs Jones have invited you to their wedding'.

I felt physically sick, In myself really. I can't believe them or myself. It's been a year Sydney get over yourself. A box for yes and a box for no, like a high school confession note, no in between. I hesitated, why would I want to see them together, after all they've done to me. Why would I not want to tho, make them regret everything. Maybe they want to apologise, yet then again they wouldn't of been getting married if they felt sorry.

I ticked one.

Dropped the pen that I had previously been chewing and looked away. I didn't want to face my consequences just yet, so I decided to invest more of my interest in to the new team I had been assigned. It wasn't the first time I had worked with them, they were all in all nice people. Well except one of course. That's beside the point, what I really needed to know was what exactly I should set my focus on and who was most likely to hurt themselves. I settled down on five players that had hurt them self the most the previous season and decided I should keep an eye on them.