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“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Lane.” She matched the cheerfulness of the bride.
“Oh, I’m still Sara Schmidt.” She giggled and guided her to the table. “The reception design is fantastic! Maverick said you really know how to capture moments. And when I saw how the place would look like on my wedding day, I nearly jumped. It’s so lovely.”
“I’m delighted. There’s no better compliment than seeing you adore the design.” She looked around to find Rick. “Isn’t Mr. Lane joining us this evening?”
“Oh! I forgot to tell you. He is in a very important meeting right now. It was so sudden we didn’t have time to cancel our dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Most of the time, it is better to talk with the bride about the wedding plans. Men are lousy at remembering all of the important details.”
Sara kept a tight smile. The night was young and the wine served by the waiter was to die for. I might as well indulge myself, she thought to herself.
Their conversation over dinner initially started with talking about some details Sara wanted to be part of the altar decoration. The reception area was left for Marly’s expertise. Then, they went to talk about how she met Rick through a site.
“It was a friend of mine who insisted on checking out this site she heard so much about. So I went there, created a profile. I didn’t give much thought to it. I really did it to stop my friend from bugging me about it.” She slurred a bit after drinking a couple of glasses. “So you could imagine my shock when he contacted me.”
“It must have been quite a shocker.”
“I was so impressed by his profile I didn’t waste time to get to know him. He is really funny and very sensitive. I fell for him right away. And I believe he feels the same way too. He is nothing but considerate and kind.”
Marly began to feel a tightening feeling in her stomach. It was like acid being poured on an open wound. She wanted to change the subject but Sara went on about their online relationship up until he proposed to her in between sipping her wine as Marly watched Sara with envy.
“I think you’ve had too much of a drink, Honey.” Rick stopped Sara from taking another sip from her glass. “You should call it a night.”
He helped his bride up and half carried her downstairs, without glancing at Marly’s direction. Tonight, she felt so unwanted and unattractive. She wanted to cry, but her eyes remained dry as she made her way towards the guesthouse. The house was awfully quiet as she walked across the living room.
The cart that brought her in earlier was still parked outside with the driver snoring. After gulping down some more wine from the bottle, she felt a little dizzy. The alcohol was taking its effect. She had to take off her shoes because it was becoming a burden, she could barely keep her balance. She drank some more and the steps down doubled, she had to wave her hand to make sure it wasn’t an illusion.
“You’re drunk,” Rick whispered in her ear after he successfully prevented her fall. He held securely by her waist.
“No, I’m not. A little tipsy, I guess.” She giggled this time.
“Stop doing that,” He warned.
“Doing what?” She giggled again. His arm was tickling her. “Oh, you have to stop touching me, it tickles.” She couldn’t stop laughing.
Rick turned her around so she was facing him. The look in eyes was a mixture of anger, regret and lust. Yes, the thing they had, the same thing she was wallowing about, for him, was lust.
“Stop. Just stop.”
“Why? Do I turn you on?” She asked with a flirtatious smile.
“You’re drunk, Marly. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He said.
How did he know what she was asking for? She wasn’t asking for anything. Although, she had hoped for a miracle.
“Okay. I give up. I’ll move on with my life.” She nodded her head out of alcohol intoxication. “Sayonara!”
She peeled off his arm around her in the attempts of walking away, but she was drunk and remaining upright seemed impossible. Rick caught her again before she could harm herself.
“Let go of me, you jerk!” She screamed as she tried to free herself.
“Marly, stop it. You could seriously get hurt.”
But she didn’t listen. She tried pushing him away. When that did not work she weakly punched his chest with the intention making him feel the pain she was suffering from.
“Jerk!” She yelled again.
Rick did the one thing that could truly shut her up. He greedily kissed her. And with a longing heart, she passionately kissed him back.
