Wedding days, always the time for rejoicing always the time for things
to go wrong, where the gremlins always mucked up the works.

Dana was in her dressing room, her hands flying everywhere, muttering her vows as Alice tried to rein her in.

“Dana!” Alice yelled, and Dana turned to face her, and Alice had to
smile, Dana looked more than stunning, she was breathtaking in every
way.

“Yeah, I know, stop moving. Where is my mom? I really want to see her”
Dana began and as if on cue, Howie knocked on the oak door.

“My sister the ***** is getting hitched, how about that folks. It would
never have crossed my mind, but look the day has arrived!” He said and
Dana rushed to hug him, and he kissed her cheek.

“Ah man you look good. God you look so beautiful Dana.” He said and his
face fell as he saw the look on Dana’s face, disappointment.

“They didn’t come, did they?” Dana asked, her faced filled with disenchantment and he shook his head.

“I had to sneak out to come here, but you know what, I don’t care. You
happy?” He asked and she nodded, Alice sitting down and watching the
semi happy family reunion.

“Yes. I am.” Dana admitted and Alice looked away, licking her lips and
knowing she had to accept the cards that fate had dealt to her.

“Good.” He said, and kissed her again, “I’ll see you out there.”

“I’ll be the one in the front.” She shot back and he closed the door,
leaving Dana to deal with her dissatisfaction about her parents being
no shows.

~*~*~*~*~*

Lara moved around the wedding table, the party still watching Dana and
the farce of a girlfriend saying ‘I do’s’ . She found the table that
Tina, Shane and Marina and Jenny would have been sitting at. She took
the name cards, moving them to the table with Ivan, Kit, Alice, Bette
and Candace. A soft venomous gaze moved over her face, fireworks, how
she loved fireworks. So pretty, even in the daytime.

~*~*~*~*~*

“So she still sat us at the same table.” Bette moaned, seeing Tina’s
name on the name card across from her, she set her teeth, ready for
some sort of debacle. Tina hadn’t spoken to her, returned her phone
calls or tried to be civil if she’d seen her anywhere. It was as if she
not only hated what Bette had done, but despised Bette herself as a
person.