reagan green, six wip

So I’m standing there in a white dress, looking like the prettiest thing in Six - and I see the look on my maid of honour Milly’s face - her after-sex face - and I see my fiancée Brad’s grin plastered with his after-sex face and put two and two together.

“I-"

The minister looks at me, and the whole room looks at me, and Milly looks at me, and I panic.

“I gotta go.”

Honestly I kind of blacked out the rest, but I remember feeling very very very red in the face and that red is not my colour. So I had to get out of there ASAP. The rest is a blur, Mom was crying and my sisters were standing in my dressing room with gobsmacked looks on their faces and my Dad was red with rage.

"Daddy, red isn't our colour-" is all I managed to get out before he said I'd ruined his business deal with Brad's family and he was cutting me off and kicking me out. Then I started crying and said that I'd get back out there, that I was sorry, that I was 100% sure that Milly had slept with him even if technically I didn't have any concrete evidence but he said it was too late. Then I started screaming and said it wasn't fair for him to make me marry a dirty cheater anyway, even if it was for a lot of revenue, and that the least I could do was have my gifts - but no, I wasn't allowed those either.

There was a lot of crying, mostly on my part, and then when I'd locked myself in the bathroom for dramatic effect I realised nobody was coming to get me. I tried to leave but turns out I'd locked myself inside the bathroom so I had to awkwardly crawl out of a window - which is hard in heels and tulle!

So it starts raining because of course it does, and here I am looking like the most ridiculous thing that's ever happened in Six. I stomped around a lot in the rain after I realised everyone had left the venue, then I cried some angry tears because of course Milly was sleeping with him behind my back and then again at my wedding - bitch! Then I cried even more feeling stupid and sorry for myself and wandered around the township in broken heels and a wedding dress until I stumbled across a place Brad used to take me to dinners and it all just clicked.

The waiter said I couldn't go into the kitchen, even after I spent 46 minutes crying and begging him on my knees at one point. Yes, in front of patrons, but I was desperate! Eventually he felt bad for me so he awkwardly opened up the swinging doors and said "Chef, you're not gonna believe this but there's a girl in a wedding gown asking for you."

Melody was always a gal I could go to in middle school when I needed a good cry and some good food. Sure, I kinda ditched her once I got pretty and she got, erm, well her eyes got too big for her head. But I felt really bad about it, honest! And she really suits her face now! Her eyes are only slightly freakishly large.