It was a teen wedding and the bride and groom wore black.
The registrar warily eyed the happy couple, his gaze finally settling on Charlotte’s waxy, crimson lips.
Ma and Pa stood stiffly at the back of the room as Charlotte, her tiny, heart-shaped face peering out from under a hat adorned with a crow-coloured veil, promised herself to Ravi a ‘Goth’ that neither of them could stand.
Hadn’t they tried to reason with her? Anyone could see that the rail-thin freak she was marrying was a total was…
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Posted on May 2, 2009 at 4:00pm — 10 Comments