It’s one week from today, Saturday evening at 7:00. Formal attire required, of course. He said formal attire like it was a joke.
Like he knew she couldn’t possibly have anything nice to wear. I’ll even tell you what, Jonathan added, his smile growing wider and cruer.
If you do come, I’ll make sure there’s a plate of food waiting for you.
You must be hungry all the time, right? Well, at my wedding, there will be the finest food you’ve ever tasted.
Fancy appetizers, expensive steaks, chocolate desserts that cost $50 each. You can eat until you’re full.
Consider it my gift to you. One last act of kindness for old times sake.
Several people in the crowd were shaking their heads now, their faces showing disgust, but still nobody spoke up.
Nobody defended Elena. “Think about it, Elena” Jonathan said, starting his engine. One week, Saturday at 7, the Grand View estate.
I really truly hope you’ll be there. It wouldn’t be the same without you. The way he said wouldn’t be the same made it clear what he really meant.
The wedding wouldn’t be complete without her there to humiliate. Without her there to remind everyone how high he had climbed and how low she had fallen.
Jonathan put his sunglasses back on, gave her one last smile, and drove away. The engine roared loudly as the expensive car disappeared down the street.
The crowd slowly broke up, people drifting away to continue their mornings. A few glanced back at Elena with pity in their eyes.
One woman looked like she wanted to say something, but then she just shook her head and walked away.
Within minutes, Elena was alone again. She sat very still, staring at the cream colored envelope on the ground.
For a long time, she didn’t pick it up. She just looked at it, thinking about everything Jonathan had said, everything he had implied, everything he wanted to happen.
He wanted her to come to his wedding so he could parade her in front of all his rich, successful friends.
