Thank you everyone but a special thanks to Light Penguin for pointing out my mistake. So thank you!
Dear Stranger,
I am soooooo very tired and my stomach is stuffed with chocolate cake and other goodies. Today was the wedding and it was absolutely perfect. I've been re-confined to this impeccably clean cage and it's really late now. Like past midnight late. I haven't stayed up past midnight since before coming to the hospital. Going to sleep at "normal and healthy" times has evidently taken a toll on my endurance of fighting sleep.
I know you aren't a girl, but I obviously am, and I have that girly need to gush over some things. Like my gorgeous dress. And the shoes! I must've gotten my good taste from my mom. Anyway, she bought me a dress with a belt of gold fabric across the middle to highlight my now itty bitty waist. The color was a rich, deep blue that I can't even compare to anything I've been before. The neckline was just enough to hint at my excruciatingly nonexistent bust. Unlike Beryl and her probably fake curves and *many words have been violently crossed out here, causing a few small tears in the paper*.
In the end, I was very impressed by my mother, who then pushed poor Amy forward for me to rain some praise down on the embarrassed intern. I hugged Amy and thanked her for dealing with my mom.
But there's one more person I need to thank...thank you for the silver and gold bracelet. It's beautiful and I wore it today. I nearly lost it a few times because it's too big for my gaunt and bony wrist but I've still got it.
When Darien saw me...I'm still giddy over the look on his face. It was a strange combination of shock and awe and nervousness. He tried to not let anyone notice, but his gaze definitely stayed on my legs, left bare by the dress that ended just above my knee, a bit longer than what was appropriate. Not that I'm complaining of course. It felt good to have his attention in a non-medical way for once.
I cried during the ceremony, particularly when they exchanged vows and Rita quoted some of the things I said to her. Rita and even Andrew too were crying, but no one cried louder than Andrew's new mother-in-law who is apparently a very dramatic woman, unlike her daughter. Everyone felt the strong and bittersweet passion the bride and groom held for each other. All over again my heart broke for them but this time in not such a bad way.
The reception was even better. The newlyweds had their first dance and after other people began joining them on the floor. And Darien, ever the polite, oblivious gentlem *a line of ink zigzags off the page*
Sorry. Fell asleep. Too tired. Too lazy. Can't remember what I was talking about. Feet still hurt. No more paper on this pad anyway. More later. Night
Serena