Birdie Wilson's problem isn't that she's always the bridesmaid and never the bride, it's that she is always the bride, fiancé and girlfriend but never the wife and certainly not anyone's soulmate. Can she change the constant cycle of disappointment...
There he stood, immaculate in a crisp tuxedo gazing into the eyes of his love down the aisle. She was crying, yet she never looked more beautiful, in a flowing gown. Time stood still as she walked down to meet him at the end of the aisle. Once she reached him, she placed her hands into his, anchoring her in place. Looking down at their intertwined hands she started to speak in a determined voice.
"Drew, you have been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We have grown up together and somewhere along the way I fell in love with you, only I didn't know it until you were almost taken away from me. I'm so sorry for the times I've been dumb or selfish and the mistakes I've made," she sobbed, taking a pause to try and compose herself.
"I can't promise I won't make more mistakes or to always do right by you." She took a deep breath and looked up, locking eyes with him.
"But I can promise to always try and that I will always love you no matter where life takes us."
She stayed staring into his eyes, tears glistening down both their cheeks. A second later he had her in his arms, lips finally meeting. He pulled back, forehead resting on her's and in a hushed voice replied simply with,
"I love you too, Wendy."
They reunited once more, sharing another kiss that sealed the promise they were making to one another. Some people in the audience were crying with the happy couple, even more were cheering and sending quiet congratulations. It was in fact a magical scene, like the one's seen in princess movies where they all lived happily ever after.
I would join into the joyous scene, only this is my wedding and my name is not Wendy.
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"This lemon mousse cake really was a good choice to pair with the champagne. I'll have to remember that next time around," I said propped up against a mound of pillows on the large bed, with a mouth-full of the rich cake and washed it down with a large gulp, straight from the bottle of my champagne. The bottle at this point, was 3/4th of the way empty.
"Well, that's good to know that you still haven't given up on the idea of love, even after all this bullshit," my brother, Ethan replied ironically, taking his own swig of champagne. "Can I please beat this one to a fucking pulp? That piece of shit didn't even respect you enough to maybe proclaim his love for that girl somewhere a little more private! I mean, others at the very least left before you walked down the aisle or like a week before, instead of with you right there in the middle of the ceremony..." Ethan trailed off seeing his wife, Sharon, shaking her head. Then over at me in the process of putting on my headphones with my eyes closed and downing some more champagne. The all too familiar voice of Gloria Gaynor met me as I remembered the unfortunately, crystal clear moments of the day...
I don't remember thinking to initially lift my bouquet up over my head, it was as if my arm had a mind of it's own. But, I do not regret slapping that bundle of beautiful, red roses with glimpses of baby's breath straight onto my now ex-fiance's head. And I definitely do not regret continuing that action at a rapid pace, still getting a few good shots in even after he put his hands up in defense. I suppose I had the element of surprise on my side being that he was in a love bubble of kissing and caressing his "true love". I sneered in disgust at this thought.
