Looking For Mr. Right

Prologue

I chugged down my fourth glass of wine and started to feel dizzy.
I didn't care anymore, I just wanted something to get me through this wedding.

The old lady siting next to me at the table was staring at me in shock like I was some kind of crazy women.

I snapped at her "what!" then gulped "sorry" I apologized, but she immediately grabbed her purse and took off.

"who does this old lady thinks she is?"
"the Queen of France " I said to the older guy siting next to me on the right.
I looked around the table and found three other grown women looking at me, silently judging me.

How come they placed me with the olderly people?

I know I screwed up big time towords sunny, but still I don't deserve to be treated like this .
I watched her dance with her husband, laughing as he whispered something funny in her ear.
She was wearing a beautiful strapless wedding gown, fitted at the bodice and has a waistline that leads to a full skirt.
She was magnificent in it like a princess.

I remembered when I was young I always wanted a ferry tale wedding, I've always dreamed about the day I walked down the aisle, so I planned out everything from the dress to the place of my wedding ,to even the color of the napkins, the only thing missing in my plane was the husband...

I need a drink!

I saw the waiter picking the empty glaces near me, I called him mentioning for him to fill me another glass of wine.