But even that was not enough to quell the rage of the bridezilla. Her furious roar carried on.
"No no no! It's all wrong! Why did Joanna give you red lipstick?! It's supposed to be PINK! God, does she even care?! And what are you doing standing around here?! Get your ass on stage!"
By this point, you had taken about enough of Jessica's shit. Getting bossed around was one thing, but verbally abusing his childhood friend? That's where you draw the line. You confront her furiously.
"And who died and made you queen? I know you want this wedding to be perfect, but if I were in your shoes, I'd be grateful to the family and friends that put this together while you just look pretty and bark orders!"
Jessica stomped her foot with the force of a magnitude five earthquake.
"Yeah? Well, if you think it's so easy, then YOU can be the bride, smartass! I QUIT!!!"
In an instant, Jessica took off her veil and gown and tossed them at you. She hastily put on your discarded clothes and left in a huff. There was no way she was coming back.
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