Then There's Wilbur

Chapter 1

Diana

"You need to cheer up."

I blinked a couple of times before my mind drifted back to the present. The voice sounded concerned; worried even. I don't know how long I've been tracing the shot glass' rim until she nudged my shoulder. I turned to look at the woman beside me. What's her name again?

Ah, yes. Bernadette.

"Why don't you," I poked her nose and gave her a wobbly smile, "get me another drink to cheer me up." Pointing a finger to the room's ceiling with my last word, she shook her head.

She rolled her eyes and took the glass from my hands, "This is the first time you resorted to alcohol just because of some stupid guy."

For a moment, I contemplated about what she said, and what I'm doing to myself. '
"Well he took a lot of firsts, didn't he?" I replied, smiling bitterly. I got up from where I sat and pulled a bottle of wine from one of the display cabinets. I'm sure Bernadette's husband wouldn't mind if I took a few sips.

Pouting, I concentrated on staring at the bottle.

It was unfair. You ferment fruit and the older they get, the better they tasted. Why can't it be the case with people or with relationships for that matter?

"Maybe Benedict telling you how he felt sooner's a good thing." She fixed her already well-kept hair and got me a wineglass. She knew I wasn't going to let myself sleep without a few drinks tonight. "Better that, then a runaway groom, Diana."

Sitting beside her, I let her take the bottle. After opening it, she poured some for me and got herself a glass of water.

She does have a point. If Benedict didn't make that phone call yesterday, I would still be planning if I wanted cream or dirty white as table napkins. And I would still be going on a strict diet because his mom wanted me to wear her wedding dress.

Benedict's mother was a slim woman; a model during her prime. I've seen the magazines she prided herself with during my first visit. They were always kept by the receiving area. And I secretly called the cabinet she kept them in the treasure chest.

'Oh no dear. You're wearing my dress. We just need to slim you down a bit.'

I didn't miss the once-over she did once I tried her dress on, then fake-cried about his only son getting married. I would have hugged her if she didn't look at me the way she did. It almost felt like she was crying because his son was marrying me.

"You know what, Bernadette?" Putting down the bottle and the wineglass, I walked over to my bag. Rummaging for a few seconds, I produced my planner and waved it at her face, "I'm cancelling everything." I opened it with much determination and started ripping the pages. Slowly.

"Goodbye Fancy Hotel with bad phone service." -rip- "Goodbye sushi that I never liked to begin with." -rip- "Goodbye fitness coach Maverick." -rip-

I skipped a couple of pages and stopped dead on the latest one.

It was supposed to be my vows.

The piece I was supposed to say to the guy who left me for a girl he met two weeks ago.
Worst part was, she worked at the diner that I made him go to. I recalled him mentioning that he hasn't tried eating at a diner before; what with his mother constantly cooing at him when he was young.

They had the best sandwiches damn it.

And now I couldn't even look at the place without wanting to charge inside.