September 28, 2005

It was finally here, after so much careful planning and preparation, Sandy and Tammy were finally set to get married.

Jonathan had a plan in place, though—he knew that Sandy was still married to Ava. On paper, at least. He had contacted the district attorney’s office to make sure that their wedding would be annulled.

You were his “date”, simply a companion piece while he hopefully set in motion the events that would get Tammy back in his arms.

But the moment never came.

The ceremony proceeded as usual, ending with the lighting of the unity candle and the pronunciation of the new married couple.

The clerk from the district attorney’s office never came—Sandy’s divorce was finalized weeks ago, unlike what Jonathan had initially thought.

That was it. Tammy was out of his grasp, now happily married to Sandy without a care in the world.

For some reason you can’t define, Jonathan insisted on staying for the reception, watching the happy couple wine and dine and dance the night away—all while he sulked in the chair beside you, nursing his second whiskey soda from the open bar.

“She shouldn’t even be here right now,” he grumbles, that sullen look in his eyes as he glances over at the wedding party’s table, taking in the way Tammy beams at Sandy.

“This is not how the night was supposed to go.”