A/N:Search what red wedding dresses symbolises. It’s not exactly appropriate to write in here. 🙂
The pews were depressingly empty. Just Holly’s mother, Coral, twin sister, brothers, and of course Beckett and Myles. But despite that, I was still nearly shaking with nerves.
“How do you feel?” I murmured to Holly as we walked toward the door.
“Crap. This is all your fault. I hate you.”
“Think about the after. It’s something to look forward to.”
“Do you want me to stay or run out the door? Cause that last comment is making me lean toward the second option.”
I kissed her forehead. “It’s alright, Polly. I’ll always be here for you.”
So I waited anxiously at the end of the aisle.
She seemed to move in slow motion, like in one of those cheesy moves. She wasn’t wearing the traditional white, because white symbolizes virginity and love. She was wearing red.
As she reached me, the priest began to read out the vows. When he came to the line ‘does anyone present see a reason why this couple should not be wed?’ Beckett stood.
We waited for him to continue.
“I have slept with her. She said quite clearly that she loved me.”
My mouth dropped open. I thought she was joking.
“I thought you were joking,” I whispered to her.
“Well. I did tell you. And you didn’t listen, so it’s kinda your fault.”
“You slept with my brother! How is that my fault?”
“Well, if I had a nice fiancee’ I wouldn’t be reduced to cheating on you.”
“But my brother? In my bed?”
“I did tell you. And you laughed, and said it was great.”
“I lied. Because I was upset.”
“I warned you, and you’re having a go at me for not telling you! It’s not cheating if you know.”
“But my brother!”
“Why is this just my fault? Beckett did it too! But you hate me.”
“He’s not my wife!”
“Neither am I!”
God, I was mad. I was literally shaking with anger. So I slapped her.