She was beautiful, as always. Her hair went perfectly in the way she had always talked about having it go. And of course her dress made her look like a princess floating down the aisle instead of walk down it. When the priest announced that she was finally married there wasn’t a dry eye in the room, except for mine.
My twin sister had made me sick that day. I had thought it was bad enough that she had decided to marry my high school boyfriend that she had stolen from me, but she had to go and have a flawless, beautiful wedding. It should have been mine. All of it should have. Her wonderful life, her beautiful new husband and her…well her everything. It was about time that I took back what was rightfully mine.
The wedding ceremony was over and they decided to go to just about every single “romantic” place in the twenty some mile radius. Two horribly long hours of pain staking picture taking later, we had arrived at the reception and my plan was going to be set in motion. She made me gag just looking at her at some points.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I got up out of my seat and went strutting coolly toward her. She had her back to me and I wish I could have pulled her hair out right then and there, but instead I gathered myself again and tapped her on the shoulder gently but with enough purpose to know that I really needed to talk to her. She turned around with a giant smile on her face after all of the congratulations from our family and his.
“Hey Tiffany, can I talk to you in the hall for a minute?” I asked her, trying to not look angry or give away anything. She looked at me with a bright smile, the type that just screamed that nothing could ruin her wonderful mood today. I couldn’t help but laugh and look at her. She walked into the hall with me asking as I was having fun. I replied that of course I was and that I couldn’t be having a better time if it were my own wedding. I was lying through my teeth and it gave me such a high.
We finally made our way into the hall and I smirked at her as she looked at me, slightly confused. I slowly began to pace around her in a circle, like a wild animal. I was stalking my prey. She tilted her head and I just watched her ridiculous innocence. She stuttered out my name before asking me what was going on.
“Don’t you dare act like you don’t know what you did to me!” I said nearly spitting in her face. She looked at me kind of scared.
“Wh-what are you talking about Mira? This…forget it. I'm going back to my reception now.” She said back to me after a minute. I smiled and walked up to the utility closet door in the hall. She tried to walk away but I grabbed a broom from the closet and stood in front of her.
“Look, you stole him. NOT ONLY THAT THOUGH! You stole everything from me! You…you stole my life you b@$#&!” I screamed at her hoping the music in the next room was loud enough to cover it. She stared at me confused.
“You have officially lost it Mira, you NEVER went out with Trace. Not once. Look, you’re probably drunk, just go…and sit down or som-“ She was sharply cut off with a broom stick to the head. She was out cold. Just what I had planned. I dragged her into the bathroom and changed out of my dress and into hers then fixed my hair up nicely before sitting her near the toilet.
“Poor Mira got drunk and passed out. Ugh, poor, silly girl” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror then walked back out to my party.
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Thanks for reading. smile i wrote this for fiction writing based on a prompt that said something like "write a description of a wedding in which nothing goes wrong, it is absolutely flawless. Add in a character who hates perfection." It was really fun to write, and i know some of the story is messy but thanks so much. comments and criticism are welcome.
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