Last night's wedding was a total embarrassment. First
of all, Rebecca had to wear that unfortunate pink
bridesmaid dress. Even with her hair hidden, the outfit
made her feel like a court jester. But the most embarrassing
moment was due to Quentin's behavior.
Her difficult boyfriend was more than just awkward, he
was downright annoying. While she was standing in the
receiving line, he teased her in front of everybody. First he
made a big show of hugging her, telling everyone that they
were a couple. Then it got worse. Quentin pulled off her hat
and put it on his own head, acting like an impetuous child.
She tried to get it back without causing a scene, pleading
with him to return it, but he was too wrapped up in his own
stunt to notice her distress. It took her minutes of clashing,
with him and the dress, before she finally retrieved the hat
and hid her hair.
After that, Rebecca escaped from the receiving line and
changed into a dress she had brought for the reception.
With the pink problem behind her, she faced the more
important issue: her so-called boyfriend. She pulled
Quentin to a quiet place so they could talk.
Although mad enough to break up with him
immediately, she relented when he begged for another
chance. They agreed on a trial separation. It helped to be
able to ignore him for the rest of the evening. It helped even
more to come to the Westerley party tonight without him.
Since tonight was her second visit to St. Joseph's
cathedral, she knew the way to the recreation hall and went
there directly. Soon she was with the rest of Kay's friends
and younger relatives. Free from the pink dress and the
pathetic Quentin, she could finally relax.
Rebecca's Westerley attire, bought just for the party, was
a forest green satin cocktail dress with a cowl neck, a low
scoop back, and ruching along the front. She didn't
normally buy new dresses for parties, but Kay had warned
her that this was no average party. Besides, it felt good to
dress nicely and wear a color that didn't wage war with her
hair.
Wow. Look at them. Her fellow bridesmaids were
working the crowd like a team. Bubbles, Kay's high school
friend, was dressed in a scandalously skimpy outfit. She had
managed to pour herself into a tight micro-miniskirt,
impossibly high heels, and a top so low cut that it dared her
abundant breasts to stay put. Rebecca watched her troll for
rich Westerleys, flirting with every passing male victim.
Alien Girl, Kay's friend from university days, hovered