The room was decorated in Marnie’s trademark girlish fashion – bursting with pink and lace. I stood out like a fly in the punchbowl. I wasn’t invited. Not to the bridal luncheon, and definitely not to the wedding. Our friendship was long dead. I was only there to show Marnie there were no hard feelings. I smiled warmly as she gratefully accepted the wrapped gift from my arms.
When I heard the loud burst from the hallway, imagining Marnie’s ivory dress dripping with purple ink, I smiled wider. On second thought, I’ve never been that forgiving.
A sort of sideways take on the Moral Mondays prompt, which is Bless Those Who Curse You.