Lattepunk Bridal Shower
Lattepunk
A new original story…that I’ll also probably not finish.
This is hitting your inbox on a special day reader. My phone tells me it’s Ashura. As cool as that is, I don’t know what to buy to celebrate that. Being the capitalist pig that you know me to be, I found this website that gives us something we can spend money on to celebrate. Yo…it’s national hot dog day bruh! That’s not all. It’s national tattoo day ya’ll!!! What makes this day even crazy then it already is…guess…go head… I’ll wait……………………………………………………you’re taking too long…. it’s world emoji day! 🌭 🌭 🌭
So while you wait in line to get a tattoo of a hot dog (ideally of that hot dog emoji (and while eating hot dog!)), I got a short read for you. This is a brand new story idea that hit me while I was folding laundry. The darnedest ideas come to you at the most random times. I haven’t truly flushed it out but I like where it’s going. Of course, add this to the list of other stories I start but can’t seem to finish. I seem to have a habit of that, huh? Starting things and not finishing. That’s concerning. Anyways, enjoy!
Eins
As I walk into the venue, the view of the mountainside just takes your breath away. The perfect backdrop for a wedding. This had to be his fiancé’s choice. Too perfect for his taste. The air is filled with soft chatter and a pop song piano cover. That’s something he would have chose.
The place is packed! Easily the biggest wedding I’ve been to. She must have a big family cause he doesn’t have enough people in his contacts app to fill this place. I glance around the ballroom, looking for my boyfriend. Always worried we’re going to be late, even though we’re already early. Told him to go and find our table, I just had to finish putting on my eyeliner. It’s easier when he isn’t nagging me.
The tables, covered in white, had center pieces that truly illuminated. A bouquet of rose made of…diamond? Impossible! Must be glass. But it’s so perfect. Each base has a LEDs in them, pulsating different colors that reflect off the angle of flowers. There’s at least 30 tables in the ballroom. How much did this set them back!?
The table in front of me has tablet on it indicating it’s Table 17. A young couple sit there, chatting away over mixed drinks. Looking quickly over the names and….nope. Nobody I recognize. Where did my boyfriend go? Before I’m able to pull out my phone to text him, the man of the hour is walking towards me, “You made it!”
“Oh my god! Luis, this place is beautiful!”, we embrace in a hug and kiss on the cheek. “I know you ain’t got this good of taste. You smart for putting a ring on her!”
He laughs off my tease. “It’s surreal being here, right?”
“All that shit you talked for SOOO many years! ‘I’m going to die alone’, ‘Cupid changed from arrows to bullets for me.’ I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” We both have a good laugh. “How are you feeling? Excited? Nervous?”
“Not as excited as you seem to be”, he replies. He staring directly into my eyes. Which wouldn’t be weird if he wasn’t the groom of the wedding. He’s not acknowledging anyone. It’s like no one is acknowledging him. “You came alone?”
The question caught me off guard. “My boyfriend came in before me. I had to put some final touch ups on my make up. You haven’t seen him?” He looks around. I don’t give him a chance to reply, “He’s probably at the bar grabbing a drink. Who’d you sit us with?” I chalk his strangeness up to the nerves.
“I didn’t invite anyone here. Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Luis, stop playing! Where’s your family? All of our friends? They have to be here by now.” I move my eyes over crowd, looking to spot someone I recognize. “Where’s your brother or sister? They definitely wouldn’t be late to your wedding.”
“This isn’t my wedding.” His voice shifting from joyous to concerned.
“Luis, what the fuck are you talking about!? We’re at your wedding, you’re getting married today, everyone is..”, he cuts me off before I can finish.
“Who am I marrying?”
The question takes me aback. “Bro, are you for real? You’re marrying…” wait….who is he marrying? My thoughts begin to reach for images of them. Smiling selfies at the airport. Happy photos outside the playhouse they frequented. I’ve seen the photo. I see the photos in my mind! But I only see Luis… “I don’t…wha…” Is this a sign of dementia?
I look around the ballroom again. The song has changed to a piano cover of some rock song from when I was a child. Why does my brain pick up on this right now? I focus, reaching for my purse to grab my phone. My purse! I left it in the car! My voice comes off weaker than I hoped, “Why can’t I remember your spouse?”
He replies, “Cause I don’t have a spouse. I’m not getting married.” I stumble back. He grabs me by the shoulders. “HEY! What happened to you? Why are we here?”
“TO ME!? LUIS! THIS IS YOUR WEDDING!”
He raises his voice back at me, “LOOK AROUND, NO ONE IS PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO US.” He’s right. Everyone seems to be going on along their day as if this episode is a normal occurrence. “WHY. ARE. WE. HERE.”
I lock eyes with Luis, “Who are these people?”
“The fuck if I know! This is your instance, not mine!”
“Instance? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”
He takes a breath before speaking, as if to calm himself. Or is it to calm me?
“Something must have happened to you. If you’re here, it’s probably not good. But the good thing is, since we’re here, you’re not dead. I don’t know why you chose me, but we need to figure out why we’re here.”
Something happened? To me? Not dead? Chose!?
“Hey,” Luis’s voice, for the first time hinting at nerves, “we need to figure this out. I need you to remember what happened to you before you got here.”
What did happen to me?
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