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Perfect. – Part 2.

As I sat down and sipped my wine, I allowed myself a little trip down memory lane. It wouldn’t help my mood, I knew, but the temptation of imagining a ‘What if…?’ was too strong.

George had been best friends with our friend Nathan in college. Nathan had introduced him to my sister and I at a play, and we’d hit it off instantly. I was the first person to whom George confessed his love for Ella. I was the first person Ella called when George proposed.

I looked at his kind brown eyes and his beautiful smile and felt a familiar punch in the gut. He only had eyes for his new bride.

We were lined up after the reception and Ella was about to throw her bouquet. I smiled as I saw my sister. I loved her so much. Of course George fell in love with her. She was amazing. She deserved all the happiness in the world. They both did.

A thorn from the bouquet of roses pricked me as I caught it. The florist hadn’t done his job well. As I looked down at the irony bleeding down my finger, I wondered if Ella had been pricked as she carried this down the aisle. Probably not.


Appreciator of all things beautiful. Procrastinator At Large. Lover of animals. 23. Simultaneously too young and too old for her age.

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