Disclaimer: I Don't Own The Novel Or The Film Cheerful Weather For The Wedding.
Joseph gazed out his window, and started to think of bitter things. A fireplace with no wood to light on a chilly day, a cup of tea that has gone cold, flowers with no scent, a party with no champagne, people without manners, men without chivalry, women without decency. Every absent thought of bitterness made him more angry, yet he couldn't find the strength he needed to keep those thoughts at bay.
It was too late now.
Every effort he put in to try and reason with Dolly had no meaning.
It was all frivolous.
Now she was a married woman.
A woman who rightfully belonged to another.
She wasn't his anymore.
And probably never would've been had circumstances been different.
Dolly didn't want to marry him.
Never did.
All she ever wanted was someone to run after her.
Someone to wait on her hand and foot.
And despite being quite accommodating when he wanted to be, Joseph would never be that man.
He took a ginger sip from the teacup that he'd since set on the windowsill, and grimaced.
The lemon drops he'd put in were as sour as his welcome at the given function had become.
Yet still, he forced himself to swallow it down, and attempted to bear the unbearable.
Dolly had arrived home from the church by now, and he wondered if it'd bother her if he didn't pay his respects.
Though he knew in all truth that he didn't have the gumption to ignore her.
Still, it was worth a thought.