“No, no, it’s fine. If you put a foot wrong up there, you go through the ceiling. Need to know where to step.”
“Okay, you’re more doubtful than I am,” Tara grimaced, shifting the box in her arms. Something chinked. Probably her fandom mugs.
There was absolutely nothing that I could do. Fate had already marked out my destiny for me, and I was resigned to live by it.
Everyone around me stared, and I stared at them. My heart raced so quickly that I thought it would pop right out from my chest. Not knowing what else to do, I ran.
Vanessa paced around the living room. "I wonder what they will look like this year! How many would there be? Would they be able to see them all?" Vanessa thought. Her mother and father finally came out of the bedroom and said it was time to go.
Of course, this opinion made Vanessa a little less popular among the girls, but they forgave her because they were such good friends.
Then the whispering started, which filled Jenna with a sense of foreboding. She turned around and saw the mother of the bride, smiling smugly. Which would not be an unusual sight really, if it not for one thing...