THALIA
When a woman dressed in a black suit approached me on a train track, whilst I was holding a bottle of blue spray paint in my left hand and a face covered with paint, I didn't hesitate to say no to her proposition:
BE HER BRIDESMAID AT HER WE...
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• THALIA •
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I'm about to walk down the isle.
I am shitting myself. And I'm not even the one getting married.
I inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
The best man already walked out, I was too nervous to even think about anything else.
I got this I got this I got this
"Your turn now, Thalia." Somebody says from besides me. Maybe the planner?
I nod, "yep, tell me when."
"Now."
Shit. Right now?
"Go go go." She ushers me through the doors.
Wow. There is a lot of people here.
I walk down the isle, I can't really hear anything. Or even see much. I feel sick. I think I might throw it in. I'll hold it in just for Nadine though. She can think of it as a wedding gift.
I pass rows and rows of people, all of their eyes on me. I feel like I'm sat abck in history doing a presentation right now.
As I near the end of the walk I notice the groom. He's wearing a simple black and white tux. He looks like he can't wait to see his future wife. I envy their love, man. I really do.
