A blue wedding

She was the most beautiful June bride, all dressed with lace and curls. Her flowing gown made of lace and delicate white silk, covered with decorative handmade flowers, top with a lace pattern headpiece that falls down to the ground. It was the most expensive dress she had ever worn. Her red hair was extra curly with ringlets surrounding her face, perfectly lined eyes with blushing lipstick and rosy cheeks. The groom was dressed in white with an old fashion jacket, a pair of long tails in the back. A fresh haircut that shows off his uneven ears. Still the day was sunny and the sky, cleared of clouds.

The after party was set inside a giant white tent top with colorful balloons. Inside was tables with white clothes, and various colors of roses combined with white china and shinny silverware. Both the bride's and the groom's parents were present along with aunts, cousins, uncles, grandparents, and various relative from around the world. Everyone dressed in their best and maybe even new clothes. After the bride and groom's dance, the cutting of the wedding cake was next.

Everything was perfect. As they held the knife ready to slice, the groom's brother showed up drunk with his two male friends. Their car stopped just in the front entrance. The engine was loud and smoke was coming out of its hood, sending it inside the tent. The three men tossed the cake around with their bare hands and started to throw it at the guests, causing a riot. There were screams and running. Not only cakes was thrown but also the decorations. They stopped a moment only to hit on the three bridesmaid. All three women ran off in disgust. The three of them drank most of the alcohol.

The bride and groom stood there in awe. The bride was ready to call the police when the groom's brother started to urine on the side of the tent. The bride threw an angry look at the groom and walked off. The groom, frustrated, ran to his brother and tap him on the shoulder. Then he hit him in the left jaw. He went down like a heavy hammer.

The groom, feeling outrage, went to beat up the other two. Then silence as the guest stared at him. It wasn't long before everyone left. The groom was left by himself. Sitting there, he wonders what he should be doing. The rain pour down, slow at first then, harder. It leaked through the tent dripping water on the groom. He stared at the wet floor and sighed.

A pair of pink shoes appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw his bride looking down at him. She was smiling. He stood up and held her in his arms. They will count this as their first fight. As they looked around the tent, they sighed together. Everything was in disarray. The tables had fallen, cakes and food were scattered everywhere, water had seek through some parts of the tent and there was an odd smell in the air. Their three uninvited guest were laying on the floor, unconscious. "Hey, at least, it's memorable," the groom said to his bride. They laughed as they walk off.