something borrowed, something blue
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The wedding is today.
She's wearing a family heirloom—a silver locket—around her neck. Her dress is seems to shimmer and shine; it just seems so beautiful, so new. She dons a pair of silver earrings that she borrowed from her closest friend and they seem to gleam with wonder and sorrow, at least, to the young Dylan Marvil. At the bottom of the bride's wedding dress is MB monogrammed in bright blue thread.
Miss Marvil cannot help but notice that it is not the bride that carries the tradition, but the groom—at least, to her. Whenever Dylan sees Mister Derrick Harrington, all she sees is the old love that they shared. Oh, how she misses it. She sees the new girl on his arm, in his heart—where I should be she thinks to herself. She feels how he borrowed her heart and never gave it back and the way he has made her feel so down, so cold, so very…blue.
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.