We were too in love with each other for our own good. That was the problem. Here I was on his wedding day, acting as a bridesmaid for his "wife-to-be". It was the safe option for him and even though it was the hardest thing I've ever had to endure, I was well on the road to acceptance. Kinda.
Prancing around a tastefully decorated preparation room inside the church, myself and two other bridesmaids were awaiting the bride's arrival to assist her on the biggest day of her life.
The dresses were in my opinion, not tasteful in the slightest. A picture of pure "tack" is an accurate description which coincidentally reflects the "bride". Oh, I'm kidding. I swear on the bible that jealousy is definitely not a factor. Me? Jealous. Nah. Never.
The "best man" entered the room looking wonderfully sharp in his tux and I felt a "pang" in my gut as I realised how handsome the "groom" must look.
I embraced him before enquiring "Where is he?" His face was covered by a curious expression as he tilted an eyebrow.
"He's in the other preparation room, you know the one to the right of the main arch? Be careful, he has been acting a little weird all day. Must be cold feet." He replied with a slow smirk. I simply nodded and pretended not to notice as I did not wish to grasp the wrong idea. Although, I must admit, I did wonder what he meant by that. Maybe it didn't mean anything. Ugh, I'm so paranoid.
I was so caught up in my thoughts I failed to notice I was suddenly outside of the room "he" was in. How could the acknowledgment of his mere presence cause me to encounter such strong, inexplicable feelings?
Following a deep breath, I nervously raised my fist before knocking on his door. It swiftly opened and his eyes widened. His gaze penetrated my soul and roamed my body.
"May I come in for a bit? I just wanted to congratulate you on your very special day." I asked. You can decide whether it was sincere or teasing because to be honest, I'm not entirely sure.
Without answering, he moved backward to allow me to enter and slammed the door shut. I jumped because of the impact. "Whoa, easy. Is someone feeling nervous about his big day?" I questioned. I stepped closer to him, barely an inch between us before gazing into his eyes. He took a sharp intake of breath as he squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. I immediately recognized that familiar look in his eyes. The one that told me. The one that always told me.
"What are you doing to me?" He exasperated. "You have to leave, you should not be in here." He persisted.
I grazed my palm along his perfectly fitted waistcoat. "Do you want me to go?" I asked. My voice barely audible. My eyes burned into his.