Play the Leader

I'm happy for you

"Minnie?"

*Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What are we? Like, are we... dating or?"

"Well... I don't really want to date you, because I don't want to be seen with you in public, you know?"

"Oh."

"But we can still have sex. It doesn't have to be the end of that. I love fucking you."

"...o-okay..."

~~~~~~~~~

Violet remembers that night as if it were yesterday. She sat up in bed, the city beneath her apartment still active and awake as she wished she could fall asleep, she looked at the redhead beside her. She asked her that question, and to be fair... she got her answer.

Violet was disappointed by Minerva's comment, but realistically, what did she expect? The girl wasn't gonna fall into her arms and declare her undying love for her. It didn't happen like that. Nobody falls into your lap and suddenly, poof, you're married. The world is cruel like that.

As Violet stood in the mirror, fixing her tie, she began to think to herself. It was going to be a long, long day, and she knew that. Louis and Sophie had never been anything shy of extravagant, and had this been a few months earlier, she would most likely have to take tomorrow off of work due to a hangover.

But tonight, Violet didn't plan on drinking much. It was a simple mission. Get in and get out. Deal with it.

Minerva most likely wouldn't be coming around tonight, more than likely staying at the hotel and finding someone new to share the bed with.

But Violet didn't want to believe that, so she just told herself that her girlfriend was staying at the hotel so she didn't have to drive home drunk.

....right?

Violet shook the feeling of unease that was climbing up her stomach away. Not today. She couldn't take it today. She needed to smile, she was in public.

Honestly, what was the point of going to the stupid wedding, anyway? If she had her way, she wouldn't bother. Maybe she was just sour but she'd rather not waste her time watching a happy couple seal the deal with her own "whatever we are" woman standing right across from her. It was like some form of torture.

Nonetheless, Violet had a job to do. And she couldn't mope around, not until that job was done.

She took a step back from the mirror. She had finished. She flashed a smile, fake and genuine at the same time, and rehearsed her words.

"I'm happy for you." She said, before realizing the smile made it seem forced.

So, she tried not smiling.

"I am happy for you."

"I'm happy for you."

"I'm happy. I'm happy for you both."

"Congratulations, I'm happy for you."

"I-I'm happy for you. I'm glad you found each other..."

"You deserve love."

~~~~~~~

"Friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this fine couple." The officiator was saying.

Violet tuned him out as she smiled, standing in front of the crowd, hands clasped together behind her back. She glanced around at the happy, sniffling faces of the crowd sitting in the pews. She was met with so many tears, but tears of joy, not sorrow. Violet couldn't help but wonder if she started crying at that moment if they would be happy tears or sad ones. Happy for Louis and Sophie, who were her friends or sad because this was just one more thing to make her feel even more alone.