For years, the thought of this day was merely an impossible, hopeless thought. A thought that Ryan had tucked away into a far back corner of her mind, in hopes that it would never resurface. And yet, the day had arrived, and she was completely awestruck. Well, awestruck, and nervous as hell.
Her perfectly manicured nails tapped ferociously against the mahogany table, the anxiety growing with each second that passed. As she looked out the window, she tried impossibly hard to breathe in and out, but the task was daunting. Their were four cars in the designated parking area-a sign of just how many "close friends" they'd made over the years-and the Impala was not one of them. Bobby's beat up Mustang, Sydney's parent's minivan, Sydney's baby blue Volkswagen beetle, and Rufus's nearly broken down pick up truck. The guest list was slim, but that detail was irrelevant. This was their special day, and Dean was late.
The tense, nearly unbearable silence was broken when Sydney burst into the room, her hair and makeup perfectly in place, and not quite matching the impatient expression on her face.
"Where the hell are they?" she asked breathlessly, throwing her arms up in surrender.
The question was on both of their minds, but Ryan refused to let herself break down. Not only would she ruin her make up, but if she lost it now, it would make her perfect day turn completely to turmoil. She wasn't going to let that happen. Not after all of the work that she'd put into it.
She attempted to take another deep breath, her nostrils flaring and her fists clenching. An obviously fake smile spread across her lips, and she turned to her maid of honor.
"They'll be here, and they'll be here before three o'clock. Or the phrase 'woman scorned' won't even compare to the wrath that they're going to feel from me," Ryan replied calmly, the angry words not matching her soft features.
She was going to keep her cool, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't have words for Dean Winchester when he finally did show up. The small hand of the clock edged closer to the ten, the time running out quickly as their parking spot remained vacant.
The sourpuss expression on Sydney's face lit up in a smile as she helped Ryan into her dress, the material hugging her in just the right way, and extenuating the wedding-glow that was already beaming off of her.
"Ry, you look beautiful," Sydney nearly whispered, tears glazing over her eyes.
It was unexpected, but she was overwhelmingly happy that Ryan, who had grown to be her best friend, was getting everything she'd ever wished for. She was a princess for the day, and she was finally getting her prince. If he ever showed up.