A different opportunity

I'm walking back towards the reception, ready to break in the bride when I hear the door opening up behind me, no way either of those bitches I left in there got straightened up that quick. I turn around and I see Gwen holding her top up in one hand and the phone in the other, looking over her shoulder I can just hear her telling Kristen that she's trying to call to let someone know I'm heading there but there wasn't a good signal in the room. Shit, that probably meant nobody was admiring my amateur photography. Then again, maybe walking into a room full of people I just sent that shit to would be a bad idea. I stride back and snatch the phone out of Gwen's hand "Hey you found a signal, good job." ignoring her stupid bitching and yelling, I send the video and photos to myself and then delete the originals from hers before I toss the phone back. "Go ahead and tell Kimberly I'm coming, she can cut me a piece of wedding cake on my way there."

I laugh and start walking off again. I still want a crack at the bride (and maybe her garter for a new collection); but there's also plenty of other lilly-white airheads at this wedding...