After the ceremony, Katlyn said nothing, but instead turned and stormed past a number of guests while she gathered her sisters to leave. Then, on her way out, she grabbed a very large vase, nearly as tall as she was, that was a centrepiece in the entrance hall of the hotel, and pushed it over in a spoilt little brat rage. It smashed into a thousand pieces, while all the other guests, including the bride, turned to look in complete shock. As she sat in front of me relaying the story over and over again, seemingly quite proud of herself, I felt not only disgust for her but an awful dread right in the pit of my stomach.
At the end of the day, I had to entertain the fact that Guy was directly related to that girl; they were ultimately cut from the same cloth.
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