"Yes please," Pam squeaked. She didn't give Val much of an option, dragging her along by linking their elbows. She checked her patient bracelet for the right number, though she'd had most of it memorized already. It took a few stops before Pam found her box, which had landed almost in the middle of the yard.
She brushed a few tears away, then scanned her bracelet. Her box was large, but she still pulled it out and set it in her lap on the ground. She shot Val a nervous glance before she pulled it open.
"...I... don't get it...?"
Pam took the box and turned it upside-down, spilling her punishment onto the lawn. She expected something else to be hidden inside, but there wasn't. She'd been given a box of mulched paper. She ran her hands threw the pile, still expecting to find something strange in it. She looked up at Val again, and shrugged. She didn't expect her friend to have any insight, either. "Okay, so, I guess I'm missing a party or something? Am I... I'm missing something."
She ran her hands through the confetti again, pulling out one of the thicker pieces. It was black and felt weird, like faux leather on one side. She had already thrown it when it registered that the piece had a golden embossed H on it, in calligraphy that looked too familiar. She pursed her lips and picked up a handful of the paper scraps, and brought them close to her face. She could just make out a bowtie on one piece, and a very familiar eye on another.
Pam's mouth fell open, only silent for a moment before she let out a high, wailing shriek. "It's my wedding album! It's my wedding album!" She screamed again, matching the same pitch as before. She pitched forward, laying on her stomach, burying her face in the scraps and kicking her feet. The paper hardly muffled her, even as she pulled it around her.