She knew what it was before she opened the envelope.
She hesitated, she could send it back marked ‘return to sender’.
But this was from her best friend, and it was an invitation to her wedding.
Opening the envelope and revealing the invitation, she couldn’t help but be highly critical of it.
It looked homemade.
Although she was sure that that wasn’t the intention.
She smirked happy in the knowledge that the invitation looked shitty.
She knew her best friend would be disappointed if she didn’t go to her wedding.
So she made up her mind right then and there.
She wasn’t going to go.
Because her best friend was a Bitch.
She tossed the invitation in the trash and began preparing dinner.