This is Booth and Hannah's wedding. Everyone is here. Will Booth go though with it? Or will Hannah run from the alter? And what about Bones? This is just a short story.
Survive
"You, Temperance Brennan, are going to be strong. You are going to be happy. You are not going to ruin this day for Booth. You will go in there and be the best best friend a guy could have. You are not going to mess this up..."
I was standing in front of a floor length mirror staring so intimidatingly into it, I'm surprised it didn't run away or burst into flames. But, I had to convince myself.
He has moved on. He is getting married. You will not ruin it. All you have to do is be happy and survive
It was hopeless. I couldn't be happy. I was losing Booth. I was so in love with this guy. I blew it though. I rejected him. And now I have to pay for it. It's your own fault.
Silent tears were falling. I quickly scrubbed away at them. It was almost time for the ceremony and I can't make Angela redo my make-up again.
I was dressed in a knee-length spaghetti strapped black dress. It had a collar just like a tuxedo and it was paired with a white undershirt with buttons beneath it. I also had a deep red rose pinned to the collar. I wore a pain of black heels to finish the look.
I was Booth's Best Woman. Booth thought it would be funny to have a female as his Best Man and had a custom dress made to match the other Groom's Men. His Groom's Men included: First, Jared. Second, Hank. Third, Hodgins. And Forth, Sweets.
Hannah's Maid of Honor was her sister, Amy. Then her Bride's Maids were, her mom, Cam, and Daisy. They wore long strapless red dresses to match the Groom's Men's flowers. Angela and Hodgin's beautiful two year old girl, Dakota, was the Flower Girl and Parker was the Ring Barer.
Every single person in the Jeffersonian and the FBI was at the wedding along with Booth and Hannah's family and even a few people from Hank's nursing home tagged along. Most of them were only there to see if Booth was really going through with this. They were still hooked on the idea that Booth and I were suppose to become a couple. Which was and idea that, obviously, was never going to happen.
Somewhere far off in the church, I heard the wedding march start and I knew it was my time to shine.
