Lucy got married today. I suppose I’m supposed to be happy for her. And I am. Really I am. It’s just, I never imagined her to get married so young. Not that we’re young, but I guess so soon. I didn’t expect her to get married so soon. I know we’re 22 and adults. All grown up and graduated from college and all that, but I thought I’d have a few more years with her.
I mean, come on, we’re twins! We’re supposed to be together forever. Sisters for life! But then she had to go and start dating Ryan, and then fall in love. What about our plans? And not only does she date Ryan, but she gets engaged to him. And does she listen when I tell that he’s not right for her. He’s not the one. Oh no, she doesn’t listen at all. In fact, she goes off and decides to marry the guy. And this brings us back to today.
She asked me to be her maid of honor. And I tried. I really did. I got fitted for a dress. I bought shoes. I had my hair done. I doted on her. This morning I bought her our favorite Starbuck’s caramel macchiato, forgetting her new favorite with health conscious Ryan is those nasty skinny vanilla lattes. She smiled, said thanks, and took a sip, but I know that $4.15 of delicious caramel went down the drain the second I wasn’t looking.
Dad said during the ceremony that I looked like the dentist wanted to do a root canal. He said he hoped people would thing I was emotionally ecstatically happy for my sister. He said he hoped it was true. The happy part I mean, not the root canal part. Sure dad, sure, whatever you want.
It’s not like he has to lose his other half. Lucy and I used to be close. We were each other’s halves. When we were little girls we would dress alike just because we wanted to. We finished each other’s sentences. We did everything together; we braided each other’s hair, we were in all the same classes at school and we were on the same gymnastic steam. We even went to the same college and were both in the Liberal Arts school, though Lucy was English and I was Drama. We always knew what the other one was thinking.
Then Ryan came along. And he changed everything. I think it’s all his fault. Why did he have to come between us? What’s he to Lucy? Why did he have to take her away from me? She’s my sister. And not just that, she’s my twin. She’s my mirror. I need her.
I feel so alone now. That’s why I’m here hiding in the coat closet. I think Lucy and Ryan are opening presents now. Soon it will be time for them to leave. I hope that dad doesn’t make we wave goodbye to them. I think that would definitely be more that I can handle right now.
Lucy always told me I was too emotional anyway. She probably thinks I’m a crybaby, a basket case. Hah, but what does she know. She has Ryan now. And who do I have? Who does Lucy think I’m going to tell my Shakespearean tales of woe to—the dog? Mr. Chipper Puppy Pants is not good at midnight gossip conversation. He just chews on his rawhide bone and rolls on his back for a tummy scratch.
Opps, I hear someone at the closet door. I wonder if it’s time for them to go. I wonder who it is. Lucy?
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