Wedding of the Year

     I walked down the aisle beaming at my husband-to-be. I couldn't believe I was finally walking down the aisle. It's not like I'm old or anything, but I never pictured myself as the marrying type until Tyrone swept me off my feet three years ago. He looked so handsome in his grey tux. He didn't want to wear black because it seemed to "gloomy" and that isn't how he felt when he thought of marrying me. I'd blushed so much when he told me that, he always did know how to make me smile no matter what the circumstances were. I felt like I couldn't breathe as I made my way down the aisle. It was no doubt a mixture of my anxiousness and this tight ass corset I'd picked out.

     I guess she looked pretty. We all knew Tyrone could do better though, like me who he should be with in the first place. Look at him, standing there with that stupid smile on his face like just last night he wasn't with me on his- actually never mind I'll just keep the details about that little rendezvous to myself. Just know I'm surprised he's even standing right now. I know I'm tired standing here at the front of the church as the second bridesmaid. I was just ready to get this stupid ceremony over with. They were going to be gone on their honeymoon for two weeks which meant I wasn't going to see him. Of course he'd told me we weren't going to do anything anymore, but he wouldn't be saying that for long.

     I looked to my right at the stupid skank that was eyeing my sister's soon to be husband. I'd tried to warn my sister about her, but she was too nice to believe anyone could be so vindictive. I leaned over whispering, "Stop fucking looking at him like that," she grinned and leaned back making some snide comment about last night and how he'd be with her soon anyways. I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my bouquet of tiger lilies in her face and threw the first punch, connecting with her jaw. I kicked off my pumps and tackled her to the ground, straddling her waist and hitting her in the face repeatedly ignoring the gasps of shock coming from the pews. I heard my sisters small whimper over everything else and looked up in time to see her run out of the church crying. I got up, grabbing my shoes to chase after her, but not before turning to Tyrone and glaring, "You're next," I warned before running out after my sister.