Jeremy clenched his fists in his lap as he watched the couple from the pews. The bride stared into the groom’s proud eyes, and the pastor smiled as he prattled on as if this was the most joyous occasion.
The wedding was decorated like happiness. A respected church in the community, bouquets of pastel flowers throughout to remind guests that beauty always dies. Soft music from a local string quartet, underpaid and desperate for any gig they can find. A photographer hurt his back as he snapped odd-angle photos as often as he could. Guests in the front row dabbed their eyes as they wore their most expensive formal wear.
Even his mom was choking back sniffles.
Yet Jeremy felt none of the excitement. He eyed the couple, trying to ignore the fact that the groom – his brother – and stomped on their entire childhood by marrying the one person Jeremy could never forgive.
The white gown was a mockery on her carefully maintained figure. Her hair piled on her head, kept in place by enough hairspray Jeremy could smell it over the flowers. Her fake nails glittered, shaped into sharp points he could still remember the impressions of.
When the pastor asked for objections, the bride’s eyes slid over the crowd. The corner of her lips twisted into a smirk as her gaze met Jeremy’s.
Fire exploded in his gut, and he slowly stood.
No matter what costume she wore, she was still the same.
His tormentor.
“Objection!”
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