Saturday morning. It was a sunny day. The birds were chirping. The trees were whooshing. The sun was shining. The humans were chatting. The... You get the while point. It was a beautiful day. Everyone was happy. Except me. Why? Because I was there to watch my best friend get married to the guy we both hated. The guy who was my first everything and turned out a dick. Now, sale was getting married to him.
Should I feel betrayed or happy?