Georgia couldn’t believe her ears! Her head twirled and she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to sit down, anywhere. She slowly sank to the floor as her eyes burned but tears escaped her. “Noooo,” she silently screamed. She felt as if a two-ton truck had collided with her heart.
Her mind skittered wildly back and forth, dredging up memories of the little but glaring signs that now seemed like neon signposts in the light of the moment.
“How could I have been so blind?” she muttered to the empty walls. “So foolish and naive.”
She recalled the bitter arguments with her mum and her abstinence and refusal to accept any contrary view.
She heard from afar, a low whimper and then a sound like a wounded animal in deep pain. She realised that the sound came from deep in her chest. Right from her soul.
She unconsciously turned the card in her hand round and round in a frenzy. Becoming aware of her actions she stared blankly at the offending stationary for a moment, unseeing, then with an effort, the gold italic letters formed comprehensive sentences as her eyes read those words that were like a dagger to her heart.
‘Damilola Weds Michael.’ The pain came again as she absorbed the next line. Her birthday date stared at her from the offending card.
Having read the details a hundred odd times since she laid her hands on the invitation, she skipped a couple of lines to arrive at the final blow ‘Reception: Havilland Paradise Hall and Gardens’. A wedding planner’s dream venue. Just three doors down from where Georgia resided with her aunt. The pain was unleashed, she rested her burning head on her up drawn knees and finally…the tears came.