Breakfast

"It'll be so pretty. We're going to have a big cake with yellow flowers, and I'll have a bouquet of yellow roses, and there will be yellow roses all over the place." Tiffany's breakfast was getting cold in front of her. She was so excited she barely stopped talking long enough to breathe, let alone to eat. For once Ella didn't mind listening to the other girl prattle on. It meant that her parents were too distracted to get on her case for the previous night. "I can't wait for the fifth of June to arrive. Such a beautiful date for a wedding, don't you think?"

Ella nearly choked on her drink. "The fifth of June? That's my birthday. You're really picked that date for your wedding?"

"Well, why not? Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean we can't get married that day too. You'll have other birthdays, but we'll only be getting married once."

"Ella," Sydney broke in before Ella could respond, "she's right, you know. We won't be able to throw you much of a party this year, anyways, after the expense of your sister's wedding."

"I see." Ella didn't say anything more, though inside she was badly hurting. There was nothing more that could be said just then.

Tiffany clapped her hands together. "See, it all works out. Anyways, as I was saying..."