Rachel
I was making my way to the dessert table with a teacup in hand when I accidentally bumped into someone.
“I am so sorry!” I said. I turned to see Cecilia grabbing a small handkerchief someone handed her and she laughed as she dried herself.
“No worries! I didn’t really like this dress anyways.” She smiled at me. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing, I’m just a bit tired.”
She frowned. She was truly, very pretty. Her chocolate brown hair shone under the sunlight and against the green pins in her hair that matched her bright green eyes. Of course she was beautiful, she was perfect. In every way that I wasn’t.
“You should rest my friend,” she said. She took my arm and led me inside. She went a little too fast and had to use my strength to slow her down or else I’d trip over m
