Her reflection offered a weak smile that didnít reach her eyes. She smoothed her hair and checked her make-up, looking for some reason to stall. She put on yet another layer of lipstick and wondered if anyone would miss her if she left early. There were three other bridesmaids scattered throughout the room. Nobody would notice if there were one less orange gown amongst them.
She just couldnít stand pretending to be happy for them any longer. She left the bathroom and quickly made a break for it. God, I hate weddings, she thought to herself as she drove away.