Tara
To an onlooker, Tara was fine; she looked as she always looked, hair swept up in a hair do like a bus, she was wearing a smart dress, she even had an automatic smile for any one who waved at her, called to her or gave a greeting. Yes, Tara looked beautiful and fine and okay, Yet, she was anything but. She looked happy for the couple as they said their vows and joined in the applause when they kissed. Looking at her, one would not know how pained she was. No one would guess that she had once thought that she would be the one reciting vows with the groom or that she had imagined that the bride would be her main of honour at the vow recital with the groom. But, such things happened. The only way she had managed this far, in the ceremony was by sheer will and excellent acting skills. She was a thespian after all, and those acting classes had come in hand. But so were the two that people were congratulating even now. ...