Here Comes The Bride

"Everybody out," Simone said. The bridesmaids scurried to leave the room, stepping carefully to avoid the glass on the floor. "Courtney, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Courtney just stood there in her wedding dress, mascara streaking down her face with her tears. Her arms dangled limply at her sides, but her hands were clenched in fists. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She just sobbed.

Simone shut the door, giving the two of them some privacy. She stepped over the shards of broken pitcher, then walked across the plush carpet until she was face to face with her brother's bride-to-be. She pulled some tissues from a decorative glass table, held them out to the crying woman.

Courtney slapped her hand away, then turned, facing the wall. She collected her strength, then carefully spoke. "The flower arrangements. They're all wrong! They're hideous. And Charlotte looks like crap in that dress, because she didn't bring the matching shoes. This is supposed to be my perfect day, and it's going to hell!"

Simone just looked at Courtney for a moment, then sighed. "The only thing going to hell is you, Courtney. You're freaking out over nothing. The flowers are fine, and nobody is going to be looking at Charlotte's fucking shoes."

Courtney glared at her accusingly. "You don't understand!"

Simone met Courtney's gaze, and said, "Oh, I understand alright. You're kind of an uptight bitch to begin with, and you and my idiot brother haven't had sex in a week, because...