A/N- I bet you thought I was dead, right? No sirree! Midterms x_x If they went any longer, maybe I would be dead. So uh, I'm thinking one more chapter, and then ending this "saga". The ending will be great, I promise! (Once I come up for an idea…)
It was one in the afternoon on Spring 15th, which was supposed to be the happiest day of Angela's life. Instead, she found herself, in her beautiful white gown, falling into a mud puddle. The muddy stain ran from the very bottom of the dress up to her waist. The wedding was going to begin in ten minutes, and there she was, crying her eyes out over her ruined outfit. Julius and Candace made it themselves, and she had gone and destroyed it. Nonetheless, she ran as fast as she could in her high-heeled shoes toward the church. She would be quite the display. Elli said she'd turn heads, and she was right.
When Angela skidded to a halt in front of the church, it was her turn to walk down the aisle, to her own wedding. She stepped inside, the picture of grace and style with her ruffled hair, running mascara, and a filthy gown. Everyone she knew was inside, eyes widening at her appearance. Angela's heart was pounding for the moment when Gill would turn around and see her. She tried to ignore the muffled gasps and mutters as her feet slowly brought her closer to him. Her eyes snapped shut as her husband-to-be slowly turned to face her.
Gill blinked a few times at Angela's appearance. It was funny; he had expected this. She opened her eyes very slowly with a pitiful expression. He leaned in closely and whispered so quietly, he was nearly inaudible.
"You still look beautiful, Angela," he whispered into her ear. Angela smiled and turned to Perry, her confidence renewed. The crowd seemed confused by Gill's small gesture, and why it made Angela so happy, but they watched the couple with glossy eyes.
After saying "I do" numerous times, Angela and Gill faced each other, wedding rings on both of their hands. Angela bit her lip nervously, before grinning and jumping into Gill's arms, kissing him on the lips over and over. He nearly toppled to the ground from the force of her weight. The crowd hooted and whistled as she let herself down.
"Oh, I ruined your suit! I'm so sorry!" Angela wailed, though her guilt was heavily overridden by the pure happiness the day had brought her.
"It doesn't matter; being with you more than makes up for it." He mumbled, clearly embarrassed by his words. They jumped suddenly as a camera flashed, capturing their little moment. Angela looked at the table outside of the church door and spotted a bouquet, which was probably for her to carry. She scrambled to grab it and encouraged the (single) women of the audience to gather behind her. Hoping they wouldn't claw each other's eyes for it, she tossed it with as much strength as possible. And out of all the women's arms for it to fall into, Elli was the one to catch it. What had started out as the worst wedding Angela could have imagined, ended as possibly the happiest day of her life. She could only anticipate the years to come- year after year with the boy who claimed to hate her so long ago.