It's been nearly two hours and she was still waiting at the alter. With tears in her eyes she pulled out her phone and called her groom. [+lightblue "Nathan! Where are you?!"] she asked in a loud voice, clearly hurt as the bridesmaids looked pittyingly at her. The answer she got was aweful, followed by horrible excuses. [+lightblue "But you're the groom! It's our wedding! What do you mean you cant make it!?"] She shouted angrily and concidered the missing bridesmaid, her own sister, to be who her groom had an affair with. Upset, she hung up the phone, not believing the cold tone he had given her and the offhanded remarks as if she were that inadiquate and practically a disease. Her sister laughed cruelly in the background and she broke into tears, glad her make up was light and hardly affected by her tears as she bolted out of the court and ran a few yards up the street. Once she stopped crying and stood looking at the sky, she closed her eyes and could hear someone nearby talking angrily on the phone. She turned her head to see, standing just off to the side so that they had yet to notice her.