Call her ZADDY

The groomsan who upstaged the bride

         

            A few days later Gabrielle was reluctantly putting on makeup and staring at herself in a tiny hand held mirror. It was the night of the wedding and she still hadn't heard from Mick all day.

"Why am I even bothering," she thought to herself.

She slipped on a long slinky green dress and checked her phone for the tenth time. It was already four forty-five in the after noon and the wedding started at five.

         As her phone rang Gabrielle couldn't keep from almost falling to run and answer. It had to be Mick. He was finally calling.

           "Hey girl," he said "About our date. I'm running just a little bit late". How about we meet each other there?

            "Whatever," she said. "Either way I really don't care."

           Twenty minutes after getting off of her cracked phone, Gabrielle walked to the wedding service completely alone. As she  approached the wedding party she saw absolutely no one she knew, and then quietly chose a seat towards the back pew.

"What am I doing here?," she thought. "This was a mistake. What type of bad decision did I just make?"

               It was at that moment that she heard a big hearty laugh coming from the direction of the groom, and turned to see Mick spiritedly entering the room.

Mick was proudly high fiving some of the elderly guests as they all laughed along with him proudly, but somehow they laughed a little too loudly. He had only just met these people earlier in the day, and yet here they all were already chatting away.

Then Mick began walking down the aisle intermittently, calling out, "Hey man!", or "good to see ya brother!," as he shook the hand of some random guest or another.

It was clear that Mick was at risk of upstaging the bride, and he was already thoroughly enjoying the ride. As the wedding party craned their necks to get a good look at this handsome guy's date, Mick finally spotted Gabrielle way back in the last row observing him with an open look of complete hate.

       "Hey you!" he said, laughing, "why are you way back here all by your self?  Then he animatedly escorted her to their seats in a show of his good looks and health.

             They sat down next to some old folks and Mick immediately started joking. His sarcastic tone was already provoking. 

              "Lets all promise each other we will try not to cry." He laughed while pretending to dab a handkerchief to his eye. "Remember, he chided, we're all in this together!"  (His little performance just kept getting better and better).

In the midst of all the excitement Mick had totally forgotten about his date. "Damn it," she thought, "I never should have come, but now it's too late."

Mick strained a fake smile and then asked, "Hey, having' fun? Met anyone cool?" His tone was patronizing, and once again he mistakenly took his date for a complete fool.

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