“That’s what I wanted to talk about. Can we go over there for a—”
“What isshewearing?!” Bree lost it in real time. “I’m gonna fucking cry. You fucking assholes just want to ruin my day. MY day! After all I’ve done for all of you!”
“Can we just—”
“I don’t care. I don’t evencare! Get out of my FACE! And get that…skankout of here, too!” She pressed fingers under her eyes to stop tears from falling. “You’re out of the wedding! You both are!”
“Oh, she did—Hi Bree!” Lena waved and smiled. “You look like shit.”
A strangled cry gurgled out of Bree, forcing the tears to fall.
“Bree, calm down,” one bridesmaid said. “He’s the best man, and it’s already past the start time. Maybe something happened.”
“Shut the FUCK up, Gina! Isodon’t need your shit right now.God,you’re such a trashy slut!”
Lena said, “Real classy.”
“Shutup! Trying to ruin MY day! Wait until your brother finds out what you did tome!”
Well, I tried. “Bree, Miles isn’t coming. The wedding is off.”
I once saw a video about how supernovae were the biggest explosions in the universe. They were wrong.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME? Come over here and say that to my face!” She wasn’t making much sense, but she was very loud. “BELL, call that little bitch right now!”
Lena was no longer hiding her phone, recording openly. But then, so were some of the other bridesmaids.
I thought Bell took out her phone to call Miles, but she held it up instead, also recording her sister’s meltdown.
“What’re you doing?! Call him! Call him RIGHT NOW!” Her rage turned to a sob. “This can’t be happening to me!” Bree stormed over to a pile of purses. “What the FUCK does he think he’s doing?! Heknowsbetter! How can he embarrass me like this?!” After emptying the contents of three bags all over the floor, she screamed, “WHY AREN’T ANY OF YOUFUCKINGWHORES HELPING ME?!”
“If I had to guess, it’s because you keep calling them fucking whores?” Lena said. Some bridesmaids laughed.
Bree trained her eyes on me again. “Where is he?! Tell me where he is RIGHT NOW.” Her voice was gone, and tears smeared her makeup. “I’ll talk some sense into him. He can’t do this tomeee…”
“He’s with Ryder, and he doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry you found out this way, but—”
“RYDER?! That fucking COCKSUCKER!” Bree’s face was already red, but I was sure some blood vessels had burst. “That fucking ABOMINATION ruined my WEDDING!”
The rage from driving her home, plus the sickness at learning how she treated my best friend, turned my stomach. That was the mature adult’s limit. The petty child won.
“You did that all on your own, you fucking bigot,” I said. “And just so you know, Ryder’s my boyfriend. Even if Miles didn’t wise the fuck up and dump your ass at the altar, acocksuckerwas always going to be the best man. So keep his name out of your hateful mouth.”
“AHHHHHH!” Bree’s hysteria intensified. She threw a chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, flinging slurs and curses at me, Lena, and everyone else watching.
“What’re her socials again?” Lena asked the several bridesmaids next to her.
“I’ll put them in the group chat,” Gina, the trashy slut, said. “Make sure to tag her on all of them.”
Lena said, “Thanks, babes.”
We left shortly after. Tyler and Connor were waiting at the top of the stairs. Tyler said, “Was gonna say I wish I saw that, but, uh… nope.”
“Don’t worry, I recorded it. I’ll tag you, too,” Lena said, grabbing his arm and walking out.
Jason was standing outside, waiting for us. Bree was still screaming, and while we couldn’t make out her words, we could hear her.
“Went about as well as expected, I see,” Jason said. “The priest is about to inform the guests, and I think your parents are planning on hosting some of your family at the venue. Bree andher family aren't welcome. I’d suggest we get out of here before any of that becomes our problem.”
