Note: A prologue that's short and sweet. Enjoy!

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Lady stood against the wall, bored and a little tired from having to stand in five inch heels. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and watched the commotion unfold in front of her. Like a child who'd just kicked over a neatly built ant hill, she was currently watching in fascination at how the ants ran about in sheer panic. She'd smirk at it all, but she didn't want to risk giving away her position of trying to blend into the wall. So far, none of the other bridesmaids paid her any mind and she preferred to keep it that way. Instead, they were too busy asking each other inane questions and Lady doubted they'd want her opinion on such sensitive matters. Is my hair alright? It's okay, if you think cow licks are cool. Do I have lipstick on my teeth? Not on all of them. Can you see my bra straps? I think you should worry about the zit that's trying to conquer your forehead, though it might make a good distraction from the bra situation.

She was tempted to go over and stand with the group of groomsmen on the opposite side of the room. Some were chatting idly while others wore bored expressions of glassy soulless eyes. She could go over and stand there with them, but as exciting as the thought of letting her eyes glaze over, it meant giving away her current position of trying to blend into the cream colored wall in her coral colored tube dress. That was a risk Lady wasn't willing to take and now that she thought about it, going over to the other side meant dragging her baggage along with her.

Out of all the bridesmaids, Lady was the only one without a date. Correction: Lady was the only one without a human date. Lady's current date was Dante's beloved mutt, a black Labrador-Bloodhound mix named Reuben, who was currently resting on his paws by her feet.

She blamed Vergil for this. He was supposed to be her date to this shindig, but the dork backed out on her at the last minute. Something about a freak hail storm grounding his flight in Italy, which left her dateless and almost out of the wedding (she almost did a dance she was so happy and made a note to send Vergil an Italian call girl when she got the chance—he wouldn't like it, but it was the thought that counted) until Trish, the bride to be, refused to let her off that easily. Trish said she didn't care who Lady brought to the wedding, whether it was a bum off the street or Dante's dog, Lady was going whether Trish was going to drag her kicking and screaming or not. Suffice to say, all the bums wanted booze or sex and Lady wasn't willing to bend to either of those demands. So she settled for the dog. Though she still sent Vergil his call girl, an Italian woman in her sixties named Lolita. She hoped Vergil was kept plenty busy with a woman who's been around the block a few hundred times.

"Lady, we're starting."

Lady pulled her sunglasses down, fixing her bangs around them a little. Sure, wearing them to a wedding ceremony might have been a little tacky, but as it was, the wedding was on the beach. And despite it being late in the afternoon, the sun still managed to shine brightly in the cloudless sky, which meant she needed them to avoid tripping down the isle.

Lady pushed herself off the wall and picked up Rueben's leash, tugging it gently. The dog, as if knowing what to do, sat up, alert, and barked.

"Come on, boy. It's time for a walk," She said, getting ready to stand at the end of the line. The dog obeyed and pit-patted along side her.

She stood in her line and he stood in his.

"Let's get this over with," she mumbled after a sigh.

Rueben, sensing her dread, gave an encouraging bark. Lady looked down at the dog, but her expression remained lackluster.

"You're right. There is cake at the end of this," she replied.

The music began and soon they began their trip down the isle.