Evelynn leaned her head against his shoulder, eyes drifting shut tiredly. She was so drained... everything seemed so unreal and fantastic. She had finally married Dylan? She must have, she could feel the beautiful dress swirling around her, feel him pressing her into his arms. He was in a tux. She sighed happily. It was their first dance as husband and wife... finally.
Her exhausted mind danced the loops around the preparations, the lessons, the rehearsals, the dresses, invitations, catering. All of that melted away as she lifted her head up to look into his bright green eyes, she smiled and he smiled back at her. She'd been in love with him forever and a day. His strong hand placed her head back on his shoulder and she shut her eyes again, smiling wider.
Ever since she had seen those gorgeous green eyes the first day of her freshman year, six years ago now. He’d never noticed her, and she’d imagined this day so much as a young naive girl. She'd forgone her hopes of going to school for dance in New York to stay on the West Coast near him, and it paid off. Now they were married and happy and why would she dance when she felt like she could fly. They stepped in small circles and she could feel the rustling of her wedding dress around her legs.
She blinked her eyes open blearily, noticing another friend from her high school days, Carrie, it was good that she had been able to invite old school friends. She smiled brightly at her friend. She was wearing a gorgeous white dress, and was smiling at Kevin, who was wearing a black tux. Evelynn closed her eyes, brow furrowing. She didn’t remember organizing a double wedding. But then again, she couldn’t seem to remember the exact way Dylan had proposed… all she could remember was the multitude of ways it had played out in her head before… Why couldn’t she remember? Such an important romantic gesture… surely she would remember it forever above her fantasies. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as she clutched at the body dancing with her.
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Dylan smiled down at the girl in his arms, leading her off the dance floor and leaning her on a cushioned window sill carefully making sure her dress wouldn't be crumpled. A hand slipped around his arm, and he turned to meet the hug and kiss of his girlfriend Rachel. "Poor girl, Carrie worked her to the bone helping her prepare for her wedding, but she looked so happy now that its all over." She twined herself in his arms, looking over the maid of honor, lightly sleeping.
"She looked more happy that she was in your arms in my opinion." Rachel's frown was worried, the blonde curly haired maid of honor was lovely after all... and they'd known each other forever. Dylan laughed softly in her ear. "Oh stop it, we've known each other since our biggest issues were acne and passing an algebra test. We're like siblings."
Rachel turned to lay her head on his shoulder, hands drifting to his lower back, pulling him tightly to her, the only noticeable remnant of her jealousy. “Lets go dance, her date can call a cab for her.” She dragged Dylan away as he tried to open his mouth to protest.
“But she came alone.”
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