One For Me (6S)

They were the ugliest shoes Sharon had ever laid eyes on. “Those are exquisite, Maggie,” she lied, “you’re going to be a beautiful bride.” The bride quickly paid for the shoes, nodded a tearful thank you, and fumbled through her purse until she found an extra invitation. Outside the conference room door of her attorney’s office, Sharon paused to shake the remnants of a shredded wedding invitation into a wastebasket. She could hear David’s impatient voice carrying out into the hall, “Where is she,” he said, “I have to pick up Maggie in ten minutes.” Right then, she could feel a crooked smile spreading wide across her face as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.