Charles’s P.O.V.

There she was, in her pale pink evening gown, looking stunningly beautiful. Her hair was tied back into a loose bun and there were a few ringlets falling around her face, she was beautiful, she was graceful, she was perfect. Her fair skin glowed with all the excitement, receiving attention from others who were congratulating her on being the new Mrs. Turnblat. She walked around the room as if she knew everyone, as if each person was an old friend whom she had dearly missed. Then she approached me, dazzling smile in place on her regal face, “Darling, walk around a bit, mingle with your friends and family, meet some new friends, do something dear, you look like a drooling dog.” she said, a hint of irritation and joking in her voice. “Yes dear.” I said, ashamed of myself for gawking at her.

The moment I met Ana Christiana Davis I knew I loved her, but she wouldn’t even look at me, I was a doddling 12th grade nerd who knew nothing of socializing with the popular crowd. Only after a three week internship with Turner Software Incorporation did I get the job that led me straight to new clothes, new apartment, new life, and a new me. I was so excited to track her down and find her to show her how I’ve changed, and I thought that maybe she would notice me. So one day, after extensive searching, I finally found her. We met for lunch at a small café on Alexander Blvd.

I was so excited I didn’t know where to start, first we talked about my change in career and how much more money I was making than I used to, and then we talked about her new job as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. That was the day that we knew we were meant to be together. As I snapped out of my reverie I saw Ana Christiana’s pale pink dress swooshing out of the room, a tall gentleman following behind.

Ana’s P.O.V.

As I made my way across the room I politely spoke to the many useless people that would from now on know me as Ana Turnblat. Ick! What a disgusting name, the sound of it just makes me want to find a wastecan and hurl into it until there is no tomorrow. This excuse for a man, Charles, thought we were in love. Thank God for those acting classes I took in seventh grade, the poor fool didn’t know reality from fantasy. Of course I could never love him, he was so blasé. There was nothing that stood out about him, no prominent features, no broad shoulders, no muscle, nothing. The only thing unique about him was his GPA, a 5.0.

Only after some time did he finally receive enough money to become rich enough to allow me to even speak to him, let alone marry him. On the day we met he took me to a tiny café in the middle of town. It was a comfortable setting, but not one I would go to again. First we talked about his finances, and when I learned he was making more than me, I turned on my charms, luring him into my trap. He was so easy, so gullible, so trusting. It was almost as if he had no sense of what I was doing.

As I came closer to Charles I politely scolded him for looking like a dumbfounded fool and then made my way to a new group of people, socializing, doing the same thing I had been doing since the sixth grade. All the men, whether they were husbands or friends of my fiancée, all flocked towards me, gathering around as if I were some spectacle to see. The women all loathed me, and yet I had done nothing to cause such scorn, therefore, I was immune. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the sight of my true love, Joseph, Charles’s ‘best friend’. He made a ‘come here’ motion and I followed him out of the banquet hall.