Heels in hand, I jog as much as this ridiculous dress will allow until I reach the front door. My sister and mystery man are still noisily making out on the sidewalk outside when I burst through the doors of the club.

“Ashley Marie O’Brien!” My words are sharp and my finger points violently at the petite blond in a highly inappropriate white dress, complete with a white cowboy hat and a sash that says “BRIDE”. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Mr. Home-wrecker. My feet move quicker than my drunken mind can keep up with, and I stumble to the ground, hissing as the sidewalk slices my skin.

“Don’t you dare!” I scold from the cement, but it’s too late. She made up her mind months ago. She flashes her middle finger and disappears into the back seat of the yellow cab.

*

“Is everything alright?” His voice is stern and sharp through the phone, as if he already knows something is wrong.

“Um…yes. I- well, we’re fine. Well not really. I don’t want to…”

“Spit it out, Olivia.”

I breathe deeply, my stomach sour from too much brown liquor mixed with incessant dancing and grinding. Possibly also crippling embarrassment.

“Michael, I don’t want to do this, but Ash…just left with someone.”

Silence. Angry, boiling silence.

“With whom?”

“I don’t know.”

Click.