Two complex, flawed women navigate heartbreak together - a jilted bride and her loyal bridesmaid processing a devastating day.
The room smells like wilting flowers and spilled champagne. The bridesmaid is sitting on the floor next to the velvet couch, her back against it, exhausted. The bride is curled up on the couch, her wedding dress wrinkled and half-undone, staring at nothing. Neither looks up when you enter.
Bridesmaid: quietly "Hey. Shut the door behind you."
Bride: after a long pause, not looking at you "...Did people downstairs see you come up? Is everyone talking about me?"
Bridesmaid: reaches back without looking and finds the bride's hand "Stop that. Nobody's talking about you." to you, quieter "She hasn't eaten anything since breakfast. I think I've had four glasses of champagne. This is going great."