Myriad of Misgivings

As I sat next to Kenneth, I couldn't get myself to believe that in a few hours he'd be a married man. Seemed like only yesterday when this nerd walked into my hostel room and said "Hi! My name’s Kenneth Donaghy. I'm going to be your roommate." Never thought I'd be friends with this oddity from geeks Ville, let alone be the best man at his wedding. But, well, here we were, eating breakfast on his wedding day!!
It seemed rather strange now that I hardly knew his fiancée, Gabrielle. We had met a few times some months back but that’s about it. Well, I guess I'll see her at the wedding. I thought to myself.
I finished my breakfast and went to my room to call Natalie. As the phone rang, I wondered if she was busy doing some work. Too bad her conference happened to be today, I would have liked her to come. It would have been nice for her to meet Kenneth...The trail of my thoughts were broken by a male voice at the other end.
"Hello?"
"Ah-hello! Is Natalie there?"
"Sorry, she's busy."
I started to panic when I heard giggling and kissing sounds in the background.
"This is her boyfriend, Richard."
Suddenly, Natalie was on the line.
"Richard, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out this way. I'm really sorry. I wanted to tell you earlier but I didn't want to spoil your friend's wedding for you. I'm...."
I kept the phone down. What the hell just happened? Did I just catch Natalie cheating on me? No. No, it couldn't be. I loved Natalie and she loved me… Apparently not. For how long had this been going on? Was she ever faithful to me? Did she love me ever?
My brain was swirling with a million questions whose answers I didn't want. What do I do? What do I do? I can’t meet anyone right now. Oh god! I have to get away from all this. But…but the wedding starts in an hour. Maybe I’ll hide in some room till I am done dwelling in my pitiful sorrows.
I looked around and entered the first door I saw. It turned out to be a closet. Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand on my left shoulder.
I thought to myself, “Oh well! So this is how I’m going to die. Murdered in a dingy closet by some psychopath. They’ll probably find my body parts strewn about the closet in a reckless, haphazard manner.
But this doubt was instantly cleared when a pair of lips started kissing me all over. I am sure you all must have figured out what happened next so let me avoid those details and move on with the story.
She left before I could even gather the guts to ask her her name. I knew nothing about her. Nothing. Except that her hair was short, barely reaching till the nape of her neck. Almost like a boy’s.
I had to find out who she was. The whole hotel had been booked by Ken’s parents so she had to one of the guests at the wedding.
So…
I entered the church and took my place next to Ken’s mother while my eyes were searching for her. The guests were already seated but there didn’t seem to be any girl with short hair among them. The music started and in came the bride looking as beautiful as ever.


Gushed Ken’s mother, ”Isn’t Gaby looking just beautiful? She just got that haircut. It suits her so much, doesn’t it?”