[ WP ] at wedding of the woman you love , and you 're the best man .

Sandra finished tying her tie with a few quick flicks of her fingers. She set the black bowler hat on top of her short red hair, pursing her lips at the blurred mirror. Julia had dusted them with a stain of color that looked something like blood. 
 
 `` Ridiculous,'' Sandra muttered. 
 
 `` You look cute. Like an old time dame back when we all had to hide our liquor,'' Julie said, peering over Sandra's shoulder. 
 
 `` We've never had to hide our liquor, Julie. Was n't it your grandmother that made it in her bathtub?'' 
 
 Julie scowled. On her delicate face it looked more like a sparkly snarl. `` Do n't talk about my Nana! What she did in the privacy of her own bathroom with cleaning products and rum flavoring was her own business!'' 
 
 She dusted Sandra's slim shoulders off. `` Now you straighten up. He picked you, did n't he? A girl to be his best man! His dad is out there breathing through his nostrils like a dragon over it.'' 
 
 `` Rob picked me because all his other male friends are gay. Picking a lesbian is only slightly less controversial,'' Sandra said. 
 
 `` You know he picked you because he loves you! And Cari loves you! You got ta snap out of the mopes. It's not about you today.'' 
 
 Sandra leaned against the mirror, squishing her nose against the cold surface. She met her own wide green eyes. They looked like a rabbit's eyes. Afraid. She was glad she had n't let Julie stick any mascara or eye shadow on. She hated all that face gunk. 
 
 `` It used to be about me.'' 
 
 `` Sandra... we agreed you were not going to do this today,'' Julie growled. 
 
 `` How the fuck does one'get over' being a lesbian?! She was in my bed for four years before leaving me for him!'' 
 
 `` Sannnnnndraaaaa. That was ten years ago. She left you. You got over it. Or at least you only used to complain about it after copious amounts of booze.'' 
 
 `` I know. I'm happy for them. It's just that I remember. What it was like. The way she'd wrap strands of her hair around my mouth so I could n't scream. The taste of the skin between her breasts. Like powdered sugar. Fuck.'' Sandra closed her eyes. 
 
 They were her best friends. Rob and Cari. Julie was right. It was n't her day. It would never be her day. She took one breath. Then another. Then another. 
 
 `` Come on then, Maid of Honor. We're going to a wedding. Then we're getting extremely drunk. I may or may not make out with that butch woman with the mustache at the reception,'' Sandra said. 
 
 Julie hugged her from behind. `` Okay, but you might want to stay away from Hilda. I heard she's really really into the Cure.'' 
 
 `` Eww.'' 
 
 They walked into the chapel where Rob stood, nervously pulling at his tie. 
 
 `` I thought you might not make it,'' he said. 
 
 Sandra shrugged. `` Jules and I were having some girl talk. You know, like girls do.'' 
 
 Rob rolled his eyes. The music played. Sandra watched the only woman she'd ever loved walk down the isle. 
 
 It would have to be enough for now.
