The Bride
So, like I do from time to time, I was checking out the blogs I have linked to and I’m excited that Annie has updated, because she has a creative blog like mine, and I read:
Kay, this idea came from reading a post written by my friend Brianna at http://lucidwaking.net/. She’s a really awesome writer and I liked her story so I wrote one similar from a different point of view. So, I give her full credit and hope she will not be mad at me.
Why would I be mad? It’s awesome someone liked my work well enough to write something to go with it. And so, with her permission, I have republished her work. (She’s talking about this post)
The girl entered the room with her head held high. She wore a beautiful off the shoulder dress and heals that clacked with every turn. Her hair was done up in intricate rings and lips shown red. But, despite the careful hours of primping, no one turned when she entered the room. There was no hush of awe when she descended a staircase, no rush of young men eager to make her acquaintance. She was not beautiful. Her nose was too big and her lips too thin. She wasn’t even pretty. The girl watched her fiance turn away at her entrance, watched him duck behind a nearby pillar. Let him go. She thought cynically; let him have one last fling. What do I care if he can’t stand to dance with me, he will still marry me. He needs the money and the title. Let him go. He would come to terms with her face, as she had, long ago. He would learn to stifle the instinct of disgust, stifle it until it no longer existed; as she had learned through long years of pain. She may not be beautiful, but she was stunning. The girl watched her fiance from the corner of her eye as she drifted across the dance floor. She watched him skulk in the shadows until he disappeared out of the door. He was dancing with the dark haired beauty. She knew it in an instant as if she was there watching. The girl closed her eyes and danced with her fiance while he stared at her with eyes full of admiration. She moved through the steps, wrapped in the day dream until the song ended. She blinked in the sudden light and moved to the door. Silently, the girl watched as a man and a dark haired beauty climbed off the patio and disappeared into the night. She felt a single tear role down her powdered cheek as the two figures vanished together. For once, just once, she wished she could be beautiful. Finally, the ugly girl wiped her cheek and returned to the party. For, the woman might be a beauty, but she was the bride.
