"Dance with me?"
Leah looked up, saw who it was, and tried to make her voice sound mean, menacing. It simply came out sad.
"No, Sam."
Sam sat down next to her, poking at the plate of food.
"Who's is this?"
She doesn't even look. "Embry's." He stabs a piece of meat, lifting it to his mouth.
"Look, Leah. Can we talk?"
She still doesn't look. "No, Sam."
Sam sighed, setting down his fork.
"Leah, please, can't we just move past it? Can't you just forgive me? You know I'm sorry."
She finally brought her eyes to his.
"I can forgive you, Sam. I already have, because deep down, I know this isn't your fault. But I can't move past it. It still hurts, you know? How you didn't pick me. How you chose her, instead of me."
Sam glanced around, then turned back to Leah.
"Leah, don't you understand? I did choose you. Nature is what put me with Emily. But I chose you. Me, in all of my free will."
Leah brought her eyes back down, picking at her food. Sam sighed, stood up, walked over to his bride and took her in his arms, kissing her on the mouth and spun her around. Emily laughed and Sam smiled, while Leah downed the rest of her wine and got up, leaving the reception and phasing, not caring about the tattered remains of her dress as she ran so hard it was impossible to think.
Because the fact was it didn't matter who he chose. Nature always won out in the end.