Franzy balled up her fists. He had an invitation. Really. And now she was crying. Because she was so fucking angry. How dare he. How dare he do this to her.
She ripped her veil out of her hair and shoved it at him. The bouquet just wasn't doing it and it was long enough that he could wrap it around his waist. She was not going to get distracted by the fact that he was naked at her wedding. In fact that is what she was so angry about!
"How dare you do this to me! You had your chance! You've had more than your fair share of chances. How dare you show up naked and ruin my wedding day! I am trying to be happy here! Why do you have to ruin everything!" That was about when she smelt the firewhiskey on his breath. Of course he was drunk. He wasn't here for her, he was here because he was drunk.
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