To have or to hold

how I picture

how I was sup

sound of the crowd chu

dded grace, marrying the man I loved,

rewed up above my head, with a weight hanging off my foot a weig

still alive, or whether I'd managed to knock myself out on the churc

" came the irritatin

my feet, whilst fighting with a dress that was once pearly white, but w

et go of the back of my dress when I'd decided to make a bolt for it. My nephew, who was now lying on the floor, belly down, was looking at me like I

d son in standing up, as I scanned around the array of people that I wished would disappear. After today, at le

ed, with a feigned expression of

moving my hands away from him and gainin

I gained traction a

an it! Come

und to be met with the sea of people filtering out of the church to watch the scene unfold, with my darling fianc��

mean it?!"

cried, now looking more pat

rew my friend?! Who is

-called friend, Lisa, emer

ied out, as if that was going to

involved. Please, take my fianc��, and while you're there, take

ve him! Thanks for saving me the tr

away vehicle, instead of having to hail a taxi although it would've been less of a waste of money. Reaching the road that the

ng place underneath my ankle region, it was apparent that my heel had snapped. Now, instead of walki

shouting, with his voice edging n

as now sprinting to the car, whilst grabbing hold of

maniacally waving my arms at him, as he scrambled

on to sit on the back seat, because I was wedged in tight. So now, with my dress flipped above my head, the

breeze due to the speed of the car, I prayed it didn't hit any other vehicles that were parke

e chauffeur asked, looking mild

to haul myself up from the car floor and ta

ing from where I'd topp

low my hair and veil out of my face and finally pa

ed, warily eyeing me i

of the flapping car door to finally close it and looking out

ly needed to know, when I got back. I couldn't go back home my cheating, scumbag fianc�

the boot of the car, as this vintage vehicle was supposed to take us to the airport when t

raffic department, we eventually arrived at the airport, and I was glad to be in a place where there would be nobody who knew me. I could

to e

chauffeur asked, retrievin

ss and in a ruined wedding dress. This was far from 'okay' and wasn't

ied, taking my

elp carrying i

bringing me here," I replied, heading off toward

I heard him s

eded

into the airport to seek some solace. I prayed that nobody at the church had cottoned on as to where I ha

n't for the fact that I was wearing a bright white dress, which was also donning brown mud marks in different places from where I'd fallen over, and bare-footing it

ead off in the other direction, whilst announcing at the top of its voice to the oth

ttention than was already

realised that I had hours to spare before my flight: Hours of sitting aro

through the scanners in a poofy dress. The inventor of the aeroplane probably thought it wise to hold off on inventing anything that could fly, when women were incapable of s

ption with my new groom; not getting scanned over by security staff that were wondering whether I was wearing this dress for a bet, whether I was plain loopy, or whether I was

as going to have to get changed out of this ridiculous get-up. There was no way I could sit around for hours in a muddy wedding dress

wd. Today of all days, I wanted to blend, because I needed to mope in peace. I could see some looks of wonder etched on the faces of mainly ladies, who

it dawned on me that I was missing somet

ng nuisance��" I hi

my underwear I'd get thrown out of t

ealised how much my feet were starting to hurt, and the white stockings I was wearing had ripped at the toe, an

ts immediately turning their attention to me. Before I even had chance

knowing whether she should be a

t of Tequila would

ng simple, and some shoes," I replied, flashing my ba

spoke, heading of