"Married?"
"Yes," Answered Thelma Lou to her best girlfriend, Helen Crump, over a phone conversation. "Oh, isn't it wonderful? And, of course, you'll be my maid of honor!"
"...Yes... of course," answered Helen.
"Well, Helen aren't you happy?"
"Yes, I'm ecsatic," said Helen earnestly.
"Oh, I just can't contain my excitement! It'll be a church wedding, of course. I think I want my colors to be rose-pink, ivory and gold... what do you think, Helen?"
"I think it sounds marvelous-" there was a sound on the other line of a group clamoring women, and that's just exactly what it was: all of her female immediate family were out to congratulate her.
"Oh, Helen, I've got to go- my mother and my three sisters just burst through the door! I'm sorry, I've got to go!"
"It's fine, go, have fun!" Helen said, happy for her friend. Thelma Lou giggled.
"Thanks," and with that, Thelma hung up. Helen hung up, too.
Just think, Helen... they're finally getting married. Helen sighed. And you're just sitting here as single as ever. She then though hopelessly of Andy. She couldn't help but miss him, even though he said some pretty hurtful things.
But how can you stay mad at him? He's not a hurtful person. You never gave him a chance after the fight.
She got up and poured herself a glass of lemonade.