I was aware of something smashing down on my foot. "Ouch!" I squealed, maybe a little too loudly, as a few people turned to look.
"Ooh, I'm so sorry, dear," the woman in front apologized, her accent one of which I recognised.
I looked down to see a metal walking stick rocking gently next to my foot, blood trickling down the side of my heel.
"S*it," she cursed under her breath, unhooking her arm from the man beside her. "Sally, take your dad's arm," she whispered to the girl on his other side before bending down to pick it up. "You're bleedin', dear," she told me.
"Don't worry about it," I assured her, the pain begging to niggle.
She shook her head, "We really need to get you a new stick, John. That chip on the side really is becoming a hazzard," she continued, her tone suggesting she was panicked.
I reached out, placing my hand on her back. "Don't worry about it," I repeated, trying to calm her down. "I'll pop to the toliet later."
"Kimberley!," the man said, although, it was hard to make out.
The woman gave me another apologetic look before turning back around, leaving me to do the same.
My heart almost stopped when I got a glimpse of Nadine, she looked absolutely stunning. She had the most gorgeous dress on, traditional white with lace, sprinkled with diamantes.
She looked like a princess.
My smile soon faded as I saw her, she was holding the trail of the dress, another two girls walking on either side of her.
"They look gorgeous," my mum whispered, her hand clasping onto mine once more.
She was right, they all looked pretty in their lilac bridesmaid dresses. I let out a sigh, the pain in my foot suddenly numbing as I continued to watch, as I continued to watch her smile away, beaming with pride as she followed her best friend down the aisle.
It wasn't until they had reached the altar that I realised what I done, the situation I had got myself into. I just couldn't forget what she had done, what she had put me through. And there I was, finally giving her the chance to explain. Finally giving her the chance I had been told she desperately wanted.
What was so hard about that?... I didn't think I could hear her out without blowing my top and getting angry. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene at Nadine's wedding.
So caught up in my own thoughts, I hardly noticed when Nicola poked me in the side.
"Cheryl?" she whispered.
"What sorry?"
She leant closer, bringing her lips up to my ear. "She's looking at you."
I turned my head, staring up at her and she stood holding her bouquet of flowers. And sure enough she was looking back, her face housing a somewhat shocked expression.
"Give her a wave, John," I heard the woman infront whisper.
That was when I realised I was sitting behind her family. Great!
She smiled back, one which I knew wasn't for me. Forcing my gaze off of her, I focused it on the bride and groom who were both crying tears of happiness. It was funny to see a guy of Jason's build cry his eyes out.
Just like I had on my wedding day.
"I saw these in the magazine," Kimberley laughed, taking one of the pictures from me.
I giggled along. "So, you bought that issue then?"
She rolled her eyes. "I had to have a noisy! I couldn't go anywhere without hearin' about that most highly anticipated wedding of the century!"
