Miranda and Damon were pulled back into the bar. Looking around Miranda saw that the guys had returned from the bachelor party, and the hen party had dissolved into an actual party.
People Everywhere
A sense of expectation
Hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Cross the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again
We know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
We've done it all before
And now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean
Voulez-vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised no regrets
Vou-lez vous
Ain't no big decision you know what to do
La question c'est voulez-vous
Voulez-vous
"Miranda!"
She was pulled to the side by Elijah who was looking at her with bright eyes.
"I know why I'm here," he shouted over the music with a smile on his lips, "I've always wanted another daughter, and now I've got one."
"El-," her wide eyes stared at him. She was clenching her fingers into tight fists at her sides so that her knuckles showed white.
"Does your mother know that I know?" He nodded when she shook her head quickly. "Good, that's good. Who's giving you away?"
"No one," Miranda whispered with a nervous laugh.
"I am."
"You?" Miranda tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and lifted it off her neck; it was getting extremely hot in the bar.
"Yes, me," Elijah laughed. "Don't worry about Elena, she doesn't scare me," he winced slightly before admitting, "much."
It was definitely getting hot in the bar. Miranda struggled to breathe in the stuffy air; it seemed to catch in her throat. She mumbled some excuse to get away and pressed through the crowd to escape into the night.
Voulez-vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised, no regrets
Voulez-vous
Miranda could see the door in front of her. There were only a handful of people blocking her way. Pushing through the last of them she was stopped by Matt who came out of nowhere to stand in front of her.
"I've got it now," he laughed looking at her, "a little slow on the uptake, I'll admit, but I've got it now." His eyes glowed in the hazy room, "I'm your dad!"
"Oh no," Miranda breathed. Matt didn't notice, but plowed on.
"That's why you sent me the invitation," he swayed with the music, a giant grin on his face. "You want your dad to walk you down the aisle," he didn't see the blood draining from her face, "Don't worry, Miranda, I'll be there."
Miranda felt the air being pulled from her lungs as Matt was dragged back towards the centre of the dance floor by Lizzie.
She stumbled the rest of the way to the door before collapsing against the bench outside. Blood pounded in her ears; it drowned out the music spilling from the bar. Her vision fractured so that the once familiar path was altered; she couldn't have found her way if it was lit by brightly coloured neon arrows. Somehow she managed to stand on her now shaky legs and make her way slowly towards her room drawing in deep shaky breaths. She pushed open the door before curling into a fetal position on her bed.