It was such a beautiful ceremony, both of them looked perfect. And when the reception in the Central Park Boathouse began we all were ready to party hard.
After the traditional speeches, the new husband and wife were ready to dance. The music started to play as they stood up and went to the middle of the dance floor.
Nathalie took him by the shoulders and Darren got her by the waist, both of them began to roll around the place with such lightness that made me feel like I was watching a romantic movie. The song was perfect for that moment, because it was one of the blond one’s favorite and it actually was a beautiful song.
They were whispering to each other’s ear and he kissed her cheek making my best friend blushed…
“Hey, beautiful… Do you want to dance too?” Nick asked behind me.
“Yes.” He took me by the waist and headed me to the dance floor. We were wrapped in a hug and moving side to side.
I could feel his scent over my naked shoulder while I was trying to catch again my breath. Not only Nathalie’s, it was my perfect moment too.
“I dare to let me be your… Your one and only.” Nick sang in a whisper for me. “Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms.”
“You know the lyrics?” I asked with a little smile.
“Yes. It such a beautiful song.” He kissed my shoulder and made me shiver.
We continued dancing until the song stopped, I felt something hurting me, something around the zipper of my dress, but I waited for the perfect moment to end so I didn’t ruin it.
“Oh my gosh. No way” Some noisy voice said behind me.
“Hey, how are you Miles?” Nick replied and I turned back to her.
“Good. How you doing?” I took Nick’s hand and tried to smile.
I know, I know… It wasn’t worth it, right? I mean they were together years ago and Nick was with me, but she looked really dangerous.
“Really good too. Hm… Miley, she’s Vanya, my girlfriend.”
“Oh. Hi, nice to meet you.” She grinned and gave me a hug.
“Nice to meet you too.” I said. “Nick, I’ll be back in a minute.”
I didn’t want to let them alone but I really needed to get whatever was bothering me out of the dress.
“Hey!” Bren called me when I was four steps away from the restroom. “Where are you going? Nick’s right there.”
“I know, it’s just there something in my back that’s freaking me out.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No, I’ll be back in a minute.”
I got in the restroom and locked myself in a cubicle.
I was trying to get the dress off of me, something was on my back and stuck and really hurting me but then I heard someone got in laughing. I freeze and stopped the movement and tried to fix my dress silently; I’ve always considered that making weird noises in a bathroom was kind of awkward.
“Did you really tell him that?” A girl asked between giggles.
“Yeah. You can’t tell me it isn’t true.” I recognized Miley talking this time. “I don’t know why he’s dating that girl.”
“Maybe she’s a good person.” The first girl said and laughed. I finally got my zipper fix; it was kind of out of place.
I wasn’t really paying attention to their conversation until they said something that caught me.
“She must be a REALLY good person. Come on she’s not so pretty and she’s over weight, don’t you think?”
“She is, but if Nick likes her there’s nothing you can do.”
What? They were talking about me? Why? She didn’t even know me... I wasn’t skinny, I knew that but I didn’t want to be skinny, I wanted to be healthy.
“I know. I’m not really into him anymore but it’s one of those moments when you think: If you dumped me it meant you were looking for something better, not worse.”
They didn’t have any right to judge me, so I decided to let them know it.
I got out of the cubicle with a smile on my face.
“Don’t you think this is a cute dress, guys?” I asked without expecting an answer. "Yeah, I know. It fits good on me and I don’t really need to be in bones to catch a great guy’s eye.”
I looked at the mirror and washed my hands, they were both silently looking at each other. Kim Kardashian was the one who laughed about Miley’s comments before. Didn't really expected to see her here.
“Isn’t jealousy funny?” I asked once again with an ironic sigh. “I think you have to work out those voices, though; they seem so hypocrite on T.V. Oh! And don’t judge a book by it’s cover you never know who hard it can hit your pretty face.”
I left the restroom without saying anything else; I smiled to myself. Yes, I wasn’t skinny, I wasn’t as pretty as a model but I was secure and strong enough to made my way to the crowd and say I AM WORTHY.