To have or to hold
how I picture
how I was sup
sound of the crowd chu
dded grace, marrying the man I loved,
rewed up above my head, with a weight hanging off my foot a weig
still alive, or whether I'd managed to knock myself out on the churc
" came the irritatin
my feet, whilst fighting with a dress that was once pearly white, but w
et go of the back of my dress when I'd decided to make a bolt for it. My nephew, who was now lying on the floor, belly down, was looking at me like I
d son in standing up, as I scanned around the array of people that I wished would disappear. After today, at le
ed, with a feigned expression of
moving my hands away from him and gainin
I gained traction a
an it! Come
und to be met with the sea of people filtering out of the church to watch the scene unfold, with my darling fianc��
mean it?!"
cried, now looking more pat
rew my friend?! Who is
-called friend, Lisa, emer
ied out, as if that was going to
involved. Please, take my fianc��, and while you're there, take
ve him! Thanks for saving me the tr
away vehicle, instead of having to hail a taxi although it would've been less of a waste of money. Reaching the road that the
ng place underneath my ankle region, it was apparent that my heel had snapped. Now, instead of walki
shouting, with his voice edging n
as now sprinting to the car, whilst grabbing hold of
maniacally waving my arms at him, as he scrambled
on to sit on the back seat, because I was wedged in tight. So now, with my dress flipped above my head, the
breeze due to the speed of the car, I prayed it didn't hit any other vehicles that were parke
e chauffeur asked, looking mild
to haul myself up from the car floor and ta
ing from where I'd topp
low my hair and veil out of my face and finally pa
ed, warily eyeing me i
of the flapping car door to finally close it and looking out
ly needed to know, when I got back. I couldn't go back home my cheating, scumbag fianc�
the boot of the car, as this vintage vehicle was supposed to take us to the airport when t
raffic department, we eventually arrived at the airport, and I was glad to be in a place where there would be nobody who knew me. I could
to e
chauffeur asked, retrievin
ss and in a ruined wedding dress. This was far from 'okay' and wasn't
ied, taking my
elp carrying i
bringing me here," I replied, heading off toward
I heard him s
eded
into the airport to seek some solace. I prayed that nobody at the church had cottoned on as to where I ha
n't for the fact that I was wearing a bright white dress, which was also donning brown mud marks in different places from where I'd fallen over, and bare-footing it
ead off in the other direction, whilst announcing at the top of its voice to the oth
ttention than was already
realised that I had hours to spare before my flight: Hours of sitting aro
through the scanners in a poofy dress. The inventor of the aeroplane probably thought it wise to hold off on inventing anything that could fly, when women were incapable of s
ption with my new groom; not getting scanned over by security staff that were wondering whether I was wearing this dress for a bet, whether I was plain loopy, or whether I was
as going to have to get changed out of this ridiculous get-up. There was no way I could sit around for hours in a muddy wedding dress
wd. Today of all days, I wanted to blend, because I needed to mope in peace. I could see some looks of wonder etched on the faces of mainly ladies, who
it dawned on me that I was missing somet
ng nuisance��" I hi
my underwear I'd get thrown out of t
ealised how much my feet were starting to hurt, and the white stockings I was wearing had ripped at the toe, an
ts immediately turning their attention to me. Before I even had chance
knowing whether she should be a
t of Tequila would
ng simple, and some shoes," I replied, flashing my ba
spoke, heading of