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Liv’s makeup had been done for a while, and Violet was sure everyone else was ready. Violet ran in and hung the dresses up.
“Sorry I’m late!” She told everyone as she ran in. “I, uh, got stuck in traffic.”
“Thank God!” Liv’s sister said. Liv grabbed her dress and said a more genuine thank you before Micah helped her get into her dress. Violet was about to throw hers on when Liv’s sister grabbed her by the arm.
“Hold up," she said, “You look terrible. I’m doing your makeup.”
Violet didn’t have time to answer, and she knew Liv’s sister didn’t take no for an answer. She was a makeup artist and hairdresser, so if she said Violet looked a mess, she probably did.
After rushing around for so long, it was hard to sit still while someone did her hair and makeup, but when done, Violet’s eyes were painted with a beautiful gold, and her hair was curled and framing her face. She looked like a new person.
“There you go," Liv’s sister said. “Now you look like a member of this bridal party.”
“Thank you," Violet said gratefully.
“No, thank you. You’re here for my little sister when I’m not. You’ve run this wedding. You deserved to be maid of honor.”
“I only picked up a few things.”
“Yeah, right. You’re important, Violet. Don’t forget it.”
Violet nodded, the compliment hitting her hard. She didn’t feel all the important, but she wanted to.
From there, it was all a blur until the ceremony.
The venue was a large ballroom with a reception area and bridal suite, but Violet and Liv had made it beautiful. Curtains hung down from the walls with fairy lights behind them, giving the room an ethereal glow. Benches lined the area on each side of the large room, with a perfect arch in the middle. It was adorned with beautiful greenery and poinsettias, with a huge Christmas tree in the background.
Liv looked amazing. Her dress was a delicate and intricate lace. Her curly hair spilled around her face, which was beautifully made up.
Violet was in line to go down the aisle. She turned to Liv and gave her a big smile. She was so happy for her friend. Liv smiled back, her eyes a little misty.
Violet was first in line, and she gripped her bouquet a little tighter as the door opened. Carol of the Bells played in the background as they all walked down the aisle.
Everyone’s eyes were on Liv, and Violet couldn’t blame them. Liv was beautiful. But as Violet caught Lewis’s eyes, filled with love as he looked at his soon to be wife, Violet felt the familiar feeling of jealousy bubble in her gut.
Violet didn’t want to feel this way. She wanted to be nothing but happy for her friends. She should be nothing but happy. It wasn’t like she was in love with either of them. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust either of them. They were great together. They hardly ever fought - they respected one another. There shouldn’t be one negative emotion in the entire room.
And yet Violet still felt it.
Lewis was openly crying when Liv got to him, and she heard him tell her she was beautiful. Violet wished someone would say that to her.
And that was the entire problem. It was hard to be lonely and watch someone else be in love. And Liv and Lewis were so in love.
They had gotten so lucky to meet and other and it culminated into a beautiful marriage. Violet had always wanted this, and while she was happy for her friends, she was sad for herself.
The vows began, and Violet could hear photos being snapped, so she hoped her emotions weren’t on her face. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t matter because Liv stood so beautifully that she lit up the whole room.
As Liv and Lewis said their vows, Violet’s eyes slid over to the wedding party. Damon looked good, and Elijah looked a little like a rat in fancy dinner wear. His eyes were on Lewis, and it appeared he was busy playing the part of a supportive friend.
She expected to feel a little more anger when seeing him, but her eyes were too busy being pulled to Charlie, who looked right at her.
They rarely looked each other in the eyes without yelling, but this moment felt different than all the rest. Declarations of love were their soundtrack, and Violet was hit with a bit of curiosity. What if Charlie hadn’t been so cruel about her paper? What if he had been kinder, and they had avoided all this fighting?
Maybe they’d be in a different situation. When Violet had met Charlie, they hadn’t just gotten along, they liked each other. They hung out all the time and could have easily been more if it hadn’t been for that one paper.
Violet wanted to let it go so badly, but if she did, wouldn’t she be ignoring something that hurt her? Could she trust him?
And did she want to let it go because she truly wanted to move past it, or did she want to do it because he was single, and she was lonely?
