After 4

Chapter 6

Tessa's POV

It felt as if all the blood had gone to my brain.

"Tessa, wait!" I can already here Harry's voice across the room as I dart for the exit. 

No, no, no! This can't be happening. Why did I see Molly's lip smack on Harry's? Did she initiate it? Or did he?

I honestly couldn't tell from across the room, because the back of Molly's obnoxious pink head was covering Harry's. There is no way Harry would have done that

How long were they standing there? It felt like two hours but it was probably just a minute or two. 

Yeah, but it was still a good minute of watching your boyfriend's obsessive ex-barbie-doll-skank-bag oodling all over him, my subconscious says. I know I never belittle another women by calling her disparaging names, but Molly is the limit. The absolute limit.

Escaping to an exit is not as easy as it seemed, there are many little bodies everywhere and large pink round tables scattered all over the room, not to mention that people do not push in their chairs when they leave a table, so I have to dodge of all of those too.

My hair quickly scan the room, and I see a large set of wooden double doors that seemed to be less occupied by people going in and out of it. I run towards it and luckily it's already open by the stream of people that seem to be going in and out of it. 

I pass by the door which leads me to another hallway. There are large chandeliers than span the entire hallway with lights on the sides of the corridor. I have no idea where I am going, but at this moment I'm not sure I care. This pain that is burning inside me right now is what is preoccupying my thoughts right now. 

Taking away this kind of pain that Harry inflicts on me will never be easy, my subconscious says again, this time I envision her with a devilish smile and red horns ready to kill. 

As the tears start coming in, I can feel the mascara running down my face. I was mentally kicking myself because I had my makeup professionally done for the wedding and it was really expensive. 

Ha. I laugh to myself, I had my makeup professionally done for Harry. And here it is, getting ruined because of him. Such is irony.

Honestly, it was maneuver my through the hallways, my eyes were stinging from a mix of eyeshadow and tears. I reach for my purse and dig through it to find a bag of makeup wipes. I brought one just incase. I always come prepared for everything. I needed a mirror and the small circular mirror in my purse that I bought at the Dollar Store won't do.

I look over to my left and one of the smaller chandeliers with triangular pieces on its bottom half had twinkling lights in it that would suffice as a mirror. I go near it and looking back at me in the small mirror-like triangular pieces, stares my distorted reflection. Brilliant. I look horrible.

I thought my running mascara had only reached slightly above my nose, turns out it snaked all the way to the middle of my cheek. With fast thinking, I rip open the makeup package and take out a moist wipe and try and dap my eyes.

The makeup wipe helps a lot, but it still looks like I've been crying due to the glossy features of my eyes. I blink a couple of times to help my eyes absorb the excess liquid. 

Where am I? How many corridors did I run down? Three? Four? I'm exhausted so I just collapse in one of the corners of the long hallway. I glance at my phone and it shows three missed calls from an unknown number. It must be Harry. I turn off my phone and bury my head in my knees.

As I sit here, I hear the light pitter-patter of feet as people shuffle quietly besides me. 

People probably think I am drunk and it is only 6 pm. To my suspicions, I was right.