She couldn’t go back. From here, the party looked beautiful. She sat in the soft grass on the hillside under a starry sky, surrounded by the rose bushes fragrant and heavy with blooms. From her vantage point, she could see it all. Twinkling lights. The flower girl and ring bearer chasing each other and laughing, weaving between the tables. The girl had spilled punch down the front of her dress; the boy’s mouth looked sticky with white icing. Her mother, wiping away tears of joy. Her father, placing a comforting hand on her mom’s back as he led her to the dance floor. Her sister, Lara, resplendent in a blindingly white wedding gown, resting her forehead on Eric’s shoulder as they gently swayed to the music.
Rummaging in her tiny purse, she found the folded note Eric had pressed into her hand with a frozen smile that morning. No regrets. She smiled inside and read the words again.
For Flash Friday!