she’s wearing orange, he’s wearing purple. they clash. everyone sees it. including themselves. but there’s nothing they can do about it. so they manage the best they can to get through the night. she may get a little drunk to help things along. a tense goodbye and they go back to their own lives.
she’s wearing green, he’s wearing purple. they still clash. but it’s not nearly as bad. but it’s still… not great. she stays sober this time. the night goes on longer, but at least she’s able to make some conversation with people other than her date. he seems happy about it. the goodbye is a little less tense.
she’s wearing yellow, he’s wearing purple. they compliment each other. there’s even some light flirting. he’s talking with some woman, she doesn’t like that. it shouldn’t matter. he doesn’t belong to her. she runs into the guy she met a few parties ago. he’s nice. she notices her date doesn’t like that either. she leaves without saying goodbye.
she’s wearing red, he's wearing navy. she doesn’t want to be here and he knows it. he promises that this will be the last party. that doesn’t make her feel any better. at least this party is at his house. he invited the woman he was talking to. she wants to leave. but she runs down a hallway instead. he runs after her. she doesn’t realize she’s crying until he wipes a tear away. he asks her to stay. she does.
she’s wearing purple, he’s wearing nothing. she told him they wouldn’t get intimate. oh, how quickly things change after a few months. he kisses her and it’s like nothing she ever imagined. he’s a little tame for her, but she’ll get him to her speed eventually. they have time after all. and they will definitely be doing this again. she says goodnight and falls asleep wrapped in his arms.
she’s wearing lilac, he’s wearing dark purple. they match. her arm is loosely wrapped around his as they greet other guests. the woman finds them quickly and asks to see the ring. she holds out her hand as she kisses his cheek. they spend most of the night attached to each other’s hips. everyone toasts to their engagement. they sneak away to their room. no one knows they’re gone except for the woman who notices the hickey on her neck. she gives her annoyed look, lydia just blows her a kiss. she says goodbye to their guests. he says hello to her as he twirls her into his arms. she loves him. he loves her.
she’s wearing white, he’s wearing black. she tells herself not to cry. but the moment she sees him, she’s gone. she stutters through her vows. he’s still smiling at her. then she’s his wife. their party is beautiful. he can’t keep his eyes off of her, nor him her. he steals kisses throughout the night, which she happily gives. they don’t say goodbye to anyone as they leave, too caught up in each other.
she’s wearing a gown, he’s wearing sweats. she tells him she hates him and threatens divorce. he simply kisses her forehead and tells her she’s doing great. she pushes. it feels like forever. she’s sweaty and feels gross and he tells her she’s never looked better. she wants to both hit him and kiss him. she screams as the pain hits and she pushes. and then it’s over. lydia is pleased to know she now has a mini-me.
