Jason escaped from our wedding

846 Words
“It’s today!” I am standing in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, showing my wedding dress to my best friend and bridesmaid, Jennifer. This beautiful diamond and pearl wedding gown is handcrafted by Jason’s designer in Milan. The emerald necklace I’m wearing around my neck is also a gift from him. I still remember his whisper as he put it on me. “My dear, you’re worth the whole world.” I can’t help but smile at the memory. Through the floor-length mirror, I notice Jennifer staring dazedly out the window. That’s odd; she’s been acting distant all day. Jennifer has been my childhood friend. We grew up together, knowing everything about each other. “What’s wrong?” I ask her. Jennifer turns back and shakes her head. “Nothing.” “Is David bothering you again?” I ask, frowning. David, Jennifer’s boyfriend of five years, was caught cheating on her with another girl three months ago. To cheer her up, I canceled Jason’s plans and took Jennifer on a trip abroad. We drove south from Norway to Italy and spent most of the year traveling. After that, Jennifer seemed to regain her confidence. She started visiting me for dinner and shopping again, and we would watch obscure films together on the couch at home. We even planned to go to Tokyo next year to add another pin to our travel map. But over the past month, she’s become increasingly withdrawn, often zoning out when I talk to her. Whenever I ask her what’s going on, she says it’s because David keeps calling and texting, trying to get back together. I’ve been tempted to confront David and tell him to leave her alone so she can return to a peaceful life. But Jennifer stops me every time, insisting that she can handle it herself. She tells me not to get distracted, especially now that I’m busy with the wedding. I told Jason about the situation, hoping he could come up with a way to get David out of the picture. Jason was furious too. He said he’d help Jennifer resolve it. Didn’t Jason already deal with it? Jennifer bites her lip, her light brown eyes glistening. “Anna, I need to tell you something.” “What is it?” “OMG! Why are you two still chatting?” Anya bursts through the door with the makeup artist, her shrill voice filling the room instantly. “Makeup time! Anna, what’s with your dark circles?” I apologize, embarrassed. “I was too excited to sleep last night.” Anya is Jason’s sister and also a friend of Jennifer’s. Funny enough, it was through Anya that Jason and I first met. Four years ago, the three of us were supposed to have dinner, but Anya had to take Jennifer’s dog, Momo, to the vet because of a work emergency. I ended up having dinner alone, and when I was about to leave the restaurant in the pouring rain, without an umbrella, I was stuck deciding whether to dash to the subway station or wait it out in a convenience store three blocks away. That’s when a Maybach pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing Jason’s smiling face. “Anna, right?” Looking at myself in the mirror now, my long brown hair is neatly styled into a bun, adorned with small lilies. My eyebrows are shaped perfectly, and a light blush enhances my pale cheeks. Wow, I look beautiful. Anya places the veil over me. “Let’s head out.” I don’t remember how I got from the hotel to the wedding venue. It isn’t until I see Uncle Peter smiling nervously at me that I realize the ceremony is about to begin. I take a deep breath, unsure where to place my hands. Uncle Peter offers me his arm, and I gratefully accept it. “Take your time,” he whispers, “we don’t need to rush.” We walk through the archway of wisteria, and through the thin veil, I see Jason’s relatives and friends turning their heads to watch us approach. My entire focus is on Jason, who is standing not far away. The wedding venue is set on a cliff overlooking the sea, with a stunning view. Flowers and seashells decorate the surroundings beautifully. Jason, dressed in a pure white tuxedo, looks like a prince from a fairy tale, waiting for his princess. I smile, but as I get closer, I sense something’s wrong. Jason isn’t smiling as usual. He looks incredibly nervous, like he’s afraid I might hit him any second. “Hey, relax,” I whisper to him. But Jason doesn’t respond. A sense of unease creeps in, but I force it down. God knows what might have happened—did something go wrong at work? As the pastor begins to ask Jason the vows, sweat starts to bead on his forehead. And then, Jason says, “No.” The pastor seems confused. “Sorry?” “I can’t marry you. I’m so sorry.” WHAT THE...!
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