𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

██ 20% *___*

After what felt like an eternity, the two brides-to-be finally joined everyone at the dinner table. Tara and Amber both wore bright, warm smiles as they took their seats.

Tara sat next to Sam, while Amber took the seat next to Quinn, as per the seating arrangement. The brides were flanked by their respective maids of honor.

Sam turned to Tara, a curious expression on her face. "What took you two so long?" she asked.

TWENTY MINUTES AGO

"Amber, oh-- fuck!" Tara moaned as she held onto the shower wall, tilting her head back as her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

"Shh.. talk less moan more," Amber chuckled as she looked up at her very satisfied fiancée. She then continued to lick at her folds.

NOW

Tara's cheeks flushed a deep red at the question. "Oh, um, we were just...," she trailed off, glancing over at Amber sheepishly.

Amber chuckled, leaning in to whisper something in Tara's ear. Whatever it was, it caused Tara's blush to deepen even further.

"It's nothing, really," Tara attempted to brush it off, clearing her throat awkwardly. "We're here now, that's what matters."

"Right," Sam nodded, looking at Tara weirdly. God, she hated the thought but she knew it was possible. 

"Well, thank you to everyone who is here to celebrate me and my girl," Amber says, emphasizing the word 'my' in a way that Sam finds unnecessarily possessive. "We very appreciate it."

Sam rolls her eyes slightly at Amber's overly dramatic speech, but she holds her tongue for Tara's sake. She knows how much this evening means to her sister and the last thing she wants to do is cause a scene.

Sam glances over at Quinn, who is sitting next to Amber, and catches the other girl's eye. She offers Quinn a small, polite smile, hoping to convey that she's not trying to stir up any trouble. While Sam and Amber may have their differences, Sam doesn't want to ruin this evening for everyone else.

"Though not many of us are welcome," Amber said, sipping her drink as she sat back down. She then felt Tara hit her arm. "Ow."

Sam scoffed before grabbing her glass and taking a gulp of it.

Tara turns to Amber, her voice low but firm. "Amber, we talked about this."

Sam catches Tara's words and decides she needs a moment to herself. "Uh, I'm gonna go take a toilet break," she says to Tara, before standing and making her way around the table.

As Sam starts to walk away, Kirby makes a move to stop her, but Sam continues on, disappearing back into the house.

"Excuse me," Kirby says, standing up and quickly following after Sam.

Once Sam is out of earshot, Tara rounds on Amber, the frustration evident in her voice. "Do you really have to be a bitch?" she asks sharply.

Amber blinks, taken aback by Tara's uncharacteristically blunt tone. "What? I was just stating a fact," she says defensively.

Tara sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You know how important this is to me. Can you please, please try to get along with Sam for one evening? For me?"

As Sam steps into the bathroom, she begins pacing back and forth, her frustration palpable. When Kirby enters the room and approaches her, Sam turns to her friend with a look of pure annoyance.