Our Little Secret

                I bit my lower lip as hard as I could. She had to go there; she just had to remind all of us what had happened. Valeria tried touching my arm but i pulled it back.

                “I loved him, Mom, and just because you didn’t like him didn’t mean I had to hate him too.” I whispered. I glanced at Valeria. “I’m going to my room.” I turned around looking at the bartender. “Lu can I have a bottle of tequila to go?” I asked him.

                He nodded at me, turned around to grab a crystal-clear bottle and handed it to me.

 I smiled kindly at him. “Thank you.”

                I walked past them with my head to the ground. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep myself from not crying. I just opened the glass doors to the hallway. I didn't notice the beautiful foyer, or the polished marble. I just felt the cool wall as I pressed my back against it and slide down to the ground, sobs escaping my mouth.

                “Violet you just need to get over the fact you got stood up on your wedding! Life goes on! He wasn’t your type anyway.”  

                “He wasn’t your type, Mom, but he sure as hell was mine,” I whispered.

                I popped open the bottle and took another gulp, almost desperate to feel the burn in my throat. I kept flashing back to what my mother was telling me. It repeated over and over and over in my head. Eventually, I had drunk half the bottle of tequila. It fell from my hands, crashing on the floor. The liquid started to spill on the floor, but I couldn't care less. I slammed my head against the wall, letting the hot tears stream down my face.

-Parker-

“Have you checked how our wedding is going?” I asked Shu.

“Yes, President, everything is going as planned,” he responded.

“Good, because this is the ministers daughter’s wedding. We don’t want him to be unpleased with us.” I informed him.

I walked down the ballroom hall inspecting everything in sight. The vases, flowers, and lights all had to be in a perfect order.  I ran my finger over the glass table; it was sparkling clean. As the president of Great Wung Hotel, I had to make sure that everything was perfect; nothing in my sight could be out of its place.

I glanced out the big clear doors, at the people at the other side. Some were dancing, some were laughing. But I wasn't paying attention to them. I was checking the doors to see if there were any smudges or smears.

Across the hall sitting on the floor was a women.  She had a bottle of tequila in her hand, and some had spilled on the floor. Her eyes were red and from crying her eyes out. Great, there is always one person from wedding that gets extra drunk! I approached her; she glanced at me with her big brown eyes.

“Mam, is everything alright?” I asked her.

She ran the back of her hand across her face smearing her make up even worse. Some eyeliner could still be salvaged along her eyes, but her mascara had flowed and ran down her face, leaving long black trails down her cheekbones.

 “I’m fine,” She responded, standing up.

She walked down, but only walked a couple steps down the hall before leaning against the wall. This woman was too drunk to go to her room like this. Plus, I couldn’t let my guests see a drunken woman. Neither they nor I would like that at all. Shu glanced at me, panic etched into the worried lines of his face.