I nodded, slipped my shoes on, bag in hand. I headed for the front door, calling out to Kent over my shoulder since he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge me. "See you at the wedding, Mr. Groom."

"Thanks, Elly." He yelled back at me.

He was obviously feeling guilty for sleeping with me during his drunken stupor, and I was feeling guilty for falling for it. For being so stupid. For expecting more from him.

The wedding day had arrived. The weather was unusually warm for New Year’s Eve and all the seats inside the grand ballroom were filled. When it was almost time the wedding planner queued Kent to take his place at the front. From up there he could see everyone's face. Everyone was there. And I was seated in the middle on his side, Stacy as my plus one sitting beside me. When his eyes locked on me I offered him a little smile and a thumb's up. He offered me a little smile and then turned his gaze on his mom.

When the pipe organ started it caused Kent to jump a little. The videographer, luckily, was pointed at the bridesmaids and groomsmen as they came down the aisle.

Once they were in their places, the flower girl, a young cousin of Jen's, came down. She threw flowers gracefully for the first few rows as the wedding planner had instructed her to do and then sat down next to her mother in the front row.

The wedding march started and Jen appeared at the back of the long aisle. She was beautiful, all eyes were on her, even mine. Stacy leaned over and whispered into my ear but I wasn’t listening to what she’d said, I was too distracted. Jen walked gracefully down the aisle in her Vera Wang dress which was just the right amount of innocence and sex appeal.

One by one the rows of people turned as Jen walked past. She was smiling at her guests until finally she reached the altar. She looked at Kent and took his nervous hands in hers, which were shaking too. She flashed him a smile and let out a little exhale to try to calm her nerves.

Kent let the smile stay as best he could but his stomach was flopping around on his insides, and it was obvious, to me anyway.

I didn't stay for the whole ceremony but I caught most of it. I departed just before “I do.”

There was a slight puffing on the mic as I tapped it softly. I looked out at the crowd and my eyes found Mike who was staring at me dressed in a formal gold evening gown. I didn't even really look like myself because of the makeup and the hair. I had a guitar strapped on me and my band was behind me, the only familiar thing in this uncomfortable wedding hall.