The guests were whispering, every sentence dripping with ridicule.
“I thought she had guts. She made such a fuss the other day, but in the end she still came crawling back.”
“She really thinks she’s someone. Felix only pities her and she dares put on airs.”
The officiant was reciting the vows, the atmosphere solemn. I stood in the center, listening quietly.
Felix, in a tailored suit, leaned close to whisper sternly in my ear.
“It’s time to apologize, isn’t it? Ulyssa, I agreed to your little request. Now you’ll apologize to Tracy. No more excuses.”
His tone sounded like a man granting charity.
“Of course,” I answered slowly.
The next second, I lifted my hand, ripped off the wedding dress I was wearing, and threw it directly over his head.
“My sincere apologies, Felix.”
“This dress you gave me five years ago, I kept it for you all this time. Now I’m returning it.”
The hall erupted instantly.
Screams, gasps, confusion, chaos.
Felix was hit squarely by the dress. His face turned red with fury. He tore the dress to shreds and roared:
“Ulyssa, what are you trying to do? Stop this now and I’ll still give you a chance to apologize to Tracy!”
I laughed.
“Of course I’m here to apologize.”