Okay, so I just found out that my friend, a model named Julia Rock (you can look her up), got a job for aeropostale  and she is so pretty! Oh my goodness! There's this one of here in like a light blue dress that I absolutely adore! Like, gah, I wish I had her looks. Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Walking down the church aisle as everyone looked at you with wide smiles. You gripped the bouquet in your hands tighter, as you 1) tried not trip and 2) smiled back.

If only they knew that your smile was fake.

You stood proudly, at the alter, and everyone stood. The familiar tune began to play and the bride began to walk with her father.

That was the problem.

You were supposed to be the bride, wearing the white dress and looked all pretty. You were supposed to exchanged the rings with your future husband, say the I do's, and spent the whole day smiling and laughing.

But you weren't.

You were the bridesmaid. Well, the maid of honor. A great honor, right? Not really.

You were in love with the groom. He wasn't in love with you.

You see, the bride is your best friend. You've been friends for years. The groom was your crush, but it's more than just a crush. You love him. He was your secret that you didn't even tell your best friend, which you regretted because, they met through you.

You were about to make your move for him, ask him out, but she beat you to it. You were mad. No, livid. But she didn't know.

You could feel tears in your eyes as she reached the alter. They threatened to fall out, and she turned from her lover to you.

"Are you okay?" She asked concern written all on her face. But, no. She was supposed to be happy, this was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She wasn't supposed to be concerned with you.

You nodded while putting on yet another fake smile.

"Of course, you just look so beautiful." She smiled, tears coming to her own eyes, and she turned back to the groom and the priest.

Horrible. The ceremony was horrible. The after party was horrible. And you, yourself, felt horrible.

It was after it all, and they had just drove off in their limo. Your friend was now a Mrs to your Mr. But he wasn't yours. Not now, not ever.

You sat on one of the plastic chairs and cried. Just cried. You couldn't do anything else because the pain was too much.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up. It was your other best friend. She raised an eyebrow and hugged you.

She sat in the plastic chairs with you and let you cry. She let you cry. She knew you couldn't do much more because of the pain.

"Why are you crying, sweetie?" She asked, slightly pulling away after a few minutes, you wiped you eyes and sighed.

"I loved him." You croaked. It took her a moment to register what you had said and her face went to pure shock.

"You mean..with the groom." You nodded.

"Before she even knew him, I loved him." She sighed and hugged you.

"Oh, my, what are we going to do?"

Part two! Will be! Next update! After Princess Series one!