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At 18.23 the entrance march began to play and everyone's gaze was directed to the back of the room to the entrance. I first saw the ring bearer come with the flower girls after him who sprinkled pink flower petals around them when they went. While William helped them to their places, the bride and groom came two and two as animals on Noah's ark. When Bee passed my place with another girl with identical dress- with set dark hair and olive-coloured skin-she smiled an apologetic smile against me (again) and I get the feeling that she often needs to excuse her brother's behaviour. At 7:37 pm everyone is in place at the reception and the happy bride and groom finally had to widen without more incidents such as lost children or lost rings, they might have their happy ending but after each end it is a start and who knows if they will be happy for them . But they should enjoy the happiness they have for the moment as it can disappear as fast as it came. There is something special about society's wedding, when I was a kid and sat quietly during one away with my crayons and drawing blocks while Mom and William worked, I used to peek up under the table and look at the bride in her princess-like dress. They used to resemble a dream, a dream I don't want to wake up from. But now I only see a lot of snobs that can throw money around themselves, I always feel so lost even when I have placed everything in the smallest detail. Everyone around me is either rich or high in society and I feel for some reason so naked, everything on me feels wrong when I'm around such people. It feels like my dress is either too short or too long. I panic if the dress is too straightforward, I knew I would not have listened to Jilly about wearing this particular dress. The dress is white as the roses in the bride's bouquet and has a three-quarter sleeve with a wide band around the waist and is V-ring, the skirt stands out slightly and barely goes below my knees. It is beautiful but Jilly had to hold a lecture to persuade me to wear the dress, but she won for my only counter argument was that I should not wear the same color on my dress as the bride. But she won, she always does. 

But it doesn't seem like Eve Littles and her real husband get such a fantastic ending as planned, at the back of the party tent beside the golf course stands the bride with a deep wrinkle in the forehead and the groom red in the face and to my fear William stands in front of his mother an apologetic smile that he usually gets when mom has said something inappropriate. Mom has patience to a certain limit but when she lost patience she has also lost her mind, I remember Mr and Mrs Wes's wedding about 1 year ago as we now call the "mad lady" wedding. Mrs. Wes was an extremely sensitive person who wanted to see everyone with a smile on her lips she hated yellow tulips and hated fractions even more, as Mr Wes's mother (Gabriella Wes) apparently did not know about. Gabriella Wes was an eccentric divorced woman "in her best years" whom she used to call herself; she had previously lived in Spain with "lovers" (whom she gladly boasted if never seen) had come to their wedding uninvited after she had sued his exmake Mr. Arthur Wes for he had apparently come to her home in Spain and "close to death" her lover. Anyway, she came uninvited with a large bouquet of yellow tulips imported from Holland and wanted to sort things out and dig down the battle ax but none of it happened, it ended with crying bride locked in the toilet that William successfully lured out while Mr Wes was trying to get rid of her mother who left the wedding by beating the bride with her belly so that yellow flower petals flew over her and got stuck in her previously perfectly set hair and my mother sent for the older woman to destroy her "masterpiece" for a wedding. tried to get rid of her mother who left the wedding by beating the bride with her belly so that yellow flower petals flew over her and got stuck in her previously perfectly set hair and my mother sent for the older woman to destroy her "masterpiece" for a wedding.And none of that is allowed to happen again for this time mom may not just say empty threats. I quickly hurry away to them before my mother says anything too terrible. But the closer I get to the redder the new Mr Eve Little seems to look, but before I even get the opportunity to turn around, their faces turn to me and I realize that I do not have the mobile in silent anymore and a familiar melody is played from somewhere in my purse. I dig into my bag that doesn't seem to have run out of a mobile whose ringtone just seems to sound higher and higher for every second, when I finally find it during a package of painkillers, I can feel mum's look burn through my body when I answer and hear Please play voice on the second line. Of course, it's always Jill.