I was a guest at my sorority sister’s wedding (I am going to name her Amanda). We had shared a room in the sorority house so we were pretty close. The day before the wedding, another sister (we’ll call her Rachel) and I traveled an hour and a half to get to our friend’s hometown where the wedding was being held. Rachel and I were not bridesmaids but we were going to spend the night at Amanda’s house with the rest of the wedding party. She had invited us to prove we were special even if we weren’t bridesmaids.
From the minute Rachel and I stepped into the house Amanda’s mother had us doing little tasks: Go pick up the pizza, set the table, etc. Little things, but still things you don’t ask a guest to do. The next morning Amanda’s mom woke us up and told us to go find Amanda. Apparently, she had spent the night with her lover, not her fiancé, or in her own bed. Can you imagine how uncomfortable we were to be put in that situation? It gets worse.
We had to fetch breakfast, bobby pins, hairspray, and shoes. I had to fix hair. I used to fix hair for all the girls living in the house at that time, but I had no prior knowledge I would be required to style the entire bridal party and bride. Rachel had to iron Amanda’s dress. By this time we realized we hadn’t been invited as special guests but servants.
We were late for the reception after the wedding because we had to gather all the various detritus left after seven girls finished prepping for a formal event. Dinner had already been served and Amanda’s mother immediately herded us to the kitchen and instructed us to wash dishes. I was in shock, even more so when Rachel picked up a dish. But I started laughing when she tossed it to the floor. We left, went to McDonald’s, and never spoke to Amanda again.
PS: Thank you everyone for helping me realize how funny this debacle really was.
UPDATE (3/21/19):
So I’d thought I would give an update for every wonderful person who read my answer and had some lingering questions.
- I am still friends with Rachael even though she now lives 4000 miles away.
- Rachael is an even bigger bad ass than she was in college.
- We never told Amanda’s husband about the cheating. We never told anyone. If Amanda wanted to destroy the man she loved, that was her choice. Neither of us wanted that responsibility. We agreed if he asked we would tell the truth, but otherwise would keep quiet.
- I don’t know if Amanda is still married, but I know they had a little boy about a year after they got married. She sent pictures of the kid to the sorority house from time to time. I never looked at them. I already had one of her horrible secrets, I couldn’t risk gaining another. That may seem unfair but, by that time I had realized she wasn’t the person I thought.
I’m glad everyone has enjoyed this little bit of my past, thanks for reading.