Evie and Jack
There was no telling what caused the wave of emotions, the crushing guilt that overshadowed the sadness and depression, the heavy melancholy that made her believe she was the absolute worst. It caused the years to flee overt despite the assurances from her friend that they could fix the dress tomorrow. Although she wanted to believe Jack, she sobbed, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she shook her head.
"I miss him so much!" she exclaimed, hiccuping through her tears. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a voice telling her to get the fuck up and out of there because she was likely making a scene. Out of everything that had happened today, making a scene was probably what she would regret the most. It registered then that he was suggesting they get out of there and get her changed into something else. Yes, that seemed like it would be the right thing to do.
"Yeah, okay," she said as she dropped her hands, resting them in the sea of fluffy white covering her lap. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she sniffled as she tried to focus on him. "Don't deserve to wear this, anyway," she said nonsensically. It took some maneuvering, but before long she had her feet under her again.