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𝐱𝐯. too good at goodbyes ❝no matter how tight you hold onto somebody, it's never tight enough to make them stay.❞
THE PAST MONTH HAD BEEN JAM PACKED WITH WEDDING PLANNING GALORE FOR DARRY AND LOVE. Love insisted on planning it herself instead of hiring a regular old wedding planner, which put a lot more stress on her, but she didn't seem to mind too much. I think she was just excited to finally be married to Darry. I knew she was excited to start a real family, Darry was too.
After all the work Love put in, the wedding day finally approached. Love had gone and bought me a nice dress to match the other bridesmaids. That was the first time I met her family. They were pretty nice, but not like her. Love seemed to understand what it was like to be a Greaser, but her family had probably never seen a house rat once in their lives.
I hadn't seen Love in her wedding dress yet, but I wore a green dress that made my eyes look a lot less brown. My hair was braided into a crown, and there was a whole team that put some makeup on me. I liked makeup, even though I hadn't worn it until that day. I felt like starting after that day, I looked like a whole other person, less like a Greaser and a whole lot more like a Soc. It didn't look bad, not bad at all.
Love was getting ready in a building pretty far from where all the boys were at the venue. I'd met the other bridesmaids including Love's best friend, Beverly, and I liked her. She was real nice and made me feel welcome. I knocked lightly on the door to Love's dressing room.
"Come in!" She called. I opened the door to the room and stepped inside. Love turned around. She looked out of this world beautiful. Like some sort of Queen. She was always pretty, but standing there she looked gorgeous. She grinned at me. "Honey... you look stunning in that dress."
"Me? Look at you!" I walked over to Love, holding both of her hands and getting a good look at the dress. "I feel like it's a crime to look at you. Like stealing the Mona Lisa or something."
"Oh, stop." Love laughed, sitting me down on one of the benches. We were the only two in the room and she held one of my hands tightly. "I just want you to know, and I tell you all the time, but you're an amazing kid. Even better than you'll ever know. You're like my own daughter, and I want you to be the first to know something, Jess."
