[ WP ] Show three very different perspectives on one single thing

There she is. Flawless. I try and take a peak at the face I fell in love with through her white, lace vail. A flash of guilt runs through my head and I quickly look down. `` You know you ca n't look at her until she's up here,'' I tell myself. Since the day I met her, I knew she was the one. I love her more than life itself and I'll give her all I have if it means making her happy. I hear her footsteps getting closer and I can see her white, angelic figure in my peripheral view. I step down to recieve her from her father. He looks at me, and I at him. We give eachother a subtle nodd, his meaning `` please take care of her'' and mine `` with my life, I will''. I take her hand and together we walk up to the altar. Everything the pastor says is muted by her smile, until her mouth slowly voices `` I do''. 
 
 There he is. Idiot. I can see that stupid grin from here. I feel my face shrinking into a frown and I quickly bounce back to my phony perfect-bride smile. `` Sad thoughts. Sad thoughts. Sad thoughts. Shed a few tears after he reads his vows, just like we practiced,'' I tell myself. After the third, two hundred dollar date, I knew I had him right where We wanted. Growing up, I thought five digit pay checks were nice, little did I know I'd find myself a little walking bank who makes over a million a year. I'm close enough to see his tears welling up; I've always hated men with feminine traits. And next to him is my real man, his best man, the man I'll actually be spending my life and all his money with. I see my dad's eyes getting watery too. I'll remember to save some of the money I drain from this excuse of a man for daddy's funeral expenses. The pastor's words seem to drag on forever, until I finally hear his tone go from imperative to interrogative. `` Do you take this man to be your blah blah blah? ``, that's my cue! All it took was `` I do'' and the imbecile was ours. 
 
 There she is. Smoking hot. Her assets look great in that dress, I bet he paid a fortune for it. I take a last look at the man I've called my best friend for seventeen years because after today he will only be my money source. `` You deserve it,'' I tell myself in consolidation. I worked twice as hard as him in high school and college and of course he landed the better job. I'm just taking back what was meant to be mine, plus an extra, the love of his life. I'm still considering what to do with her after I convince her to funnel all the money to me, but that's a future project. They are at the altar and I only hear mumbles from the pastor under the sound of money coming from just the sight of these two. A few moments and I hear her say `` I do''. Those two words were the start of me becoming a millionaire, at my ex-best friend's expense alongside the apple of his eye.
