Emily with longing looked at the rows of dresses and jackets. Was she born for this? To select models for boring customers and to please visitors? Was it for this that she finished a prestigious university? No, fate was clearly mocking her, throwing her from a great height to the very bottom. From sad thoughts distracted a ringing voice.
A young colleague, barely a little older than her herself, was cheerfully chatting with a plump elderly woman. Sophie was convincing her that pink does not make one look fuller as it seems, it’s all about the shade. Emily sighed and returned to work.
It was hard to switch, but life turned out to be harsh. Reality was little like the fairy tale that she had invented for herself. Although just six months ago, the girl was only concerned about which swimsuit to buy to emphasize her own irresistibility.
And how to plan a vacation. Everything changed dramatically on the day of her wedding. The very one that ended just as it began.
The celebration that day did not take place, although the guests demanded a rematch. But she herself was not in the mood for a holiday. And how to celebrate without a groom.
Emily still recalled the events of that sunny day with horror. After all, everything was ready, and nothing foreshadowed trouble. There was very little left before the start of the ceremony, and Dylan was late.
Usually brides allow themselves to keep guests waiting, but here the groom kept a hundred invited guests in anticipation, including the future wife. Emily did not know what to think when, finally, a car honked, notifying all those present that everything was fine. Although the order was relative.
As if in some nightmare dream, Emily watched as the family of the one whom she considered wealthy and well-off yesterday got out of the most ordinary old Chevy. No, her parents were not ordinary workers, they also had a small business, and they tried to ensure that their only daughter knew no refusal in anything. But this, of course, was not that.
Dylan assured that his dad and mom, if not millionaires, then certainly not poor, promised a honeymoon and a carefree life. Although the girl loved him not for that, she liked him himself, cheerful, sincere, somehow real. But having money significantly made life easier.
Emily never hid her attitude towards money. As they say, it’s much easier to be happy or cry with a full unlimited in your wallet. And here such a thing.
A modest bouquet of the most ordinary flowers, a cheap car and clothes, more like a farce. Meanwhile, Dylan, as if nothing had happened, hurried to his future wife. Sorry, darling, crazy traffic jams barely made it.
Dylan, explain, please, what does this mean? This car? Your appearance? What kind of clownery did you arrange? For what? Dylan got embarrassed, but not for long. Emily, I was afraid to confess to you earlier. I slightly embellished our status.
In fact, I am an ordinary working guy, not a wealthy groom. I was just afraid that you would refuse. But you spoke so sincerely about love that I finally decided.
It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured on the girl. In the sense not wealthy. And what does ordinary working guy mean? That is, all the time while they were dating, he lied to her? A nice start to a relationship, nothing to say.