As Glinda watched Elphaba and Fiyero run off together, she yelled, "Fine. You deserve each other!"

Shaking with heartbreak and anger, Glinda tried to figure out why her dream was falling apart. She had the prestige she had always wanted, she wore the most stylish clothes, and, for a moment, she had been engaged to the love of her life. She just didn't understand where she had gone wrong.

Elphaba. The name of her former best friend caused Glinda's blood to boil. It was all Elphaba's fault. If it wasn't for the Wicked Witch of the West, Glinda would still be at her engagement party with Fiyero, her wonderful fiancée, and she would be the happiest person in Oz. Glinda hated Elphaba. If only she had known Fiyero had loved the little witch…

"Fiyero," Glinda whispered softly, remembering the sweet way he would hold her hand and smile.

As she thought about him, though, Glinda realized how often she had pushed the romantic side of their relationship. She had nearly always kissed him first and hugged him. For a long while, Fiyero had seemed almost complacent whenever she talked to him, and Glinda wondered if he had ever really loved her. With these thoughts entering her head, she began to think about the people who claimed they loved her. Oh, how the citizens of Oz would cheer her name whenever she made a public appearance, but when she looked down at their faces, she saw only blankness and stupid happiness at seeing the favorite spokesgirl of the Wizard. Had her dream come true really only been a lie?

When the horrible truth dawned on her, she screamed, "I hate you, Elphaba Thropp!"

And she did hate her. Elphaba had made Glinda see the cracks in her perfect façade; Fiyero had never really loved her, the Wizard wasn't wonderful, and Glinda was no better than a sock puppet who repeated every word that fell from the Wizard's mouth. Elphaba had made Glinda understand that she really was unhappy. And that was the one thing Glinda would never forgive Elphaba for doing.