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I want to thank those of you who have reviewed! It's made me much more motivated to update! : ). This entire chapter is a flashback.
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-Two and A Half Years Earlier-
"Lizzie, I'm married!" the pretty Latino woman squealed as she rotated her hand back and forth, watching her engagement ring sparkle and admiring the new ring that was just thirty minutes ago placed on it. "I'm married! I'm married! I'm married!" she bounced up and down, her soft black curls bounced with her.
"Miranda I'm so happy for both you and Matt! This is wonderful!" Lizzie smiled and looked down at her own ring, Miranda grabbed her hand and continued bouncing.
"And you'll be married in a couple of months and then we'll both be married, we can go do married couple things, it will be so much fun!"
"How is married couple, things different then just couple things?" Lizzie laughed. She watched her smile, and laugh she just glowed.
"Knock, Knock" came a familiar voice; a man with curly dark hair popped his head in.
"Gordo! We could have been naked or something" Lizzie scolded, Miranda nodded.
"All the more reason to come in," smirked the man he closed the door behind him. Lizzie groaned and jokingly punched him in the arm "Your so bad." She whispered as she snuggled up to him.
"Awe, Liz not now, I was told to come gather you two, if you keep doing that'll I'll have to stay here." He smiled and ran his fingers through the blonde's hair.
"Ew. Stop, to much cute-ness, I'm leaving." Miranda waved her hands in the air in mock- aggravation.
The couple followed the newlywed into the ballroom where the reception was. Lizzie scanned the room. There were about five or six people from the press; ever since Miranda's band Wished released their first album she had been swamped with media. So of course her wedding to long time sweetheart Matthew McGuire was the cover story of the year.
After about an hour of dancing, the clinging of glass silenced the room. "Excuse me," Elizabeth spoke loudly into a microphone,
"Excuse me. I'd like to make a toast. Twenty-three years ago, three wildly different sets of parents met. One had a little boy, one had a little Girl and so did the other. These three children grew up a family. The bride was one of them, Miranda the feisty wild one always on the edge, but trust worthy and sweet. I was the other girl, shy, clumsy, insecure, but I tried my best to support my friends. Miranda is like my sister. Well technically now she is, but long before tonight she was."
Lizzie scanned the room for her fiancé. She saw him, he was hard to miss, the mess of curls atop his head. He was standing next to a girl. A girl she didn't know. She watched him whisper into the girl's ear, the girl giggled. Lizzie gripped the champagne glass in her hand tighter.
"She is caring, loyal, loving, exciting, adventurous, beautiful everything any man could want. And she married my brother. While up until about four years ago, I did not get along with him. I see how perfect they really are for each other. Wild and spontaneous, but sweet and caring, they match each other, but contrast at the same time. True soul mates."
A thunderous applause sounded throughout the room. Her eyes still a fixed on her fiancé. He kissed the woman's cheek. She blushed. Lizzie could feel her heart break. She tried to convince herself it was just in her head. She stayed on the small stage like platform while Miranda gave her speech.
She watched David carefully, the two were laughing, and smiling, jealousy slowly started to devour her, like the beginning of an uncontrollable fire. She watched as she rested her head on his shoulder, as they listened to Miranda's speech. When Miranda's speech finally ended Elizabeth watched David write something on her hand, she gave him a peck on the check and left.
Lizzie was heartbroken; she calmly walked off the stage. David walked up to her, "Liz your speech was amazing." He glowed with pride.
"Oh like you heard it," She mumbled bitterly.
"What?" the man looked genuinely confused. He reached out to hold her but she stepped away.
"I saw you with that girl, what am I? Not pretty enough? This is Jr. High all over again, I thought I had something special with someone and they just go off and find someone prettier, smarter, nicer…" Lizzie couldn't hold back her tears.
"What Gi- Oh."
"Oh, yah her, the pretty brunette with the curvy body and perfect face, yah her, I watched you kiss her on the check and write down our number – wait – no your number." She was sobbing uncontroablley now.
"Lizzie she's my cousin. She was just dropping by to see if she could meet you before her train left." He attempted to reason with her.
"Cousin my ass. Nice try David, take your stupid ring and while your lying to my face tell me you didn't just rip my heart out and let it bleed." Tears dropped slowly down her face. She was shaking; she slowly removed the ring off her finger and placed it gently into her lover's hand. "I'm leaving."
And with that Lizzie left. She turned on her heels and left, with David Gordon chasing after her attempting to un-break her heart. Lizzie bumped into to someone, she glanced up, eyes as wet as the town, the day was one of the blandest, rainiest days Hillridge had ever seen.
"Mark?" She whispered. Mark was a friend she had known from her constant flying back and forth from Hillridge to Rome recording demos. Mark had worked with her a couple of times as a producer; he was formerly in a European boy band and just released his first solo album. He was like the JC of the band; he was famous but not as famous as Justin Timberlake.
In a rush of a emotions she reached up and kissed him passionately. While the kiss was an amazing kiss by anyone's standards, it lacked something Lizzie knew exactly what it was, but was too stubborn and hurt to go get him.
David Gordon looked on heartbroken; he pocketed the ring as tears fell gently.
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I read this chapter and I think that maybe Lizzie was over-reacting a little bit. But here is my excuse: It's that time of the month for her. Her hormones are out of whack thus making her emotions be crazy so that's why she over-reacted and made the mistakes she's made.
I also realize the reason she hasn't contacted either Matt or Miranda isn't clear so the reasons are: First Lizzie ruined their wedding by causing a scene, & second their wedding is where it ended thus creating terrible memories and not wanting to remember Lizzie just puts them in her past.
One also might ask, why didn't they try and contact her? Well they didn't know where she lived or her phone number or any of that so it would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Somebody asked where the setting is they are in LA. Lizzie and Mark lived in an apartment in LA. This chapter was the only chapter outside of LA.
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