Written on 14 March 2019
Mitch
Do I say something? I mean, it's not a lawful reason for why the two of them shouldn't be wed, per se, but how about destiny being a good reason? How about fate? Can you at least pose a question? Shouldn't she be with me? I could channel my inner Hugh Grant. I strongly believe we've all got a little Hugh Grant in us. Why not use that? My word she looks beautiful. He looks like a mess. I mean, a blue suit? Have you never heard of tails? She shouldn't be with him.
Emily is watching me intently. She can't know, can she? Women always seem to know everything when it comes to matters of the heart. Best way to throw her off the scent is to cry. Then it just looks like I'm happy for her. Though, isn't it too late? If I let them sign that register that's it, right? Or is it? Annulment? The day is young? Cry. Cry for your friend. You're just so happy for her.
Wait. Wait. They're kissing. It's over. People are whooping like a bunch of flipping monkeys. Oh, this is a little too much. Clap. Clap you moron. Here come the tears. There go the hands. Here she comes, the one that got away, with her new husband.
Emily looks pissed.