Guardian Agent/Angel: Invisible Bruise by D.Velez

The flash of cameras and the uproarious laughter of the crowd magnified the celebratory scene at Cynthia and Frank Russo’s wedding reception.

Cynthia had just shoved a large piece of wedding cake all over Frank’s face and he was about to get even, until Cynthia gave him the eye, much to the delight of the crowd.

I was dressed like a waitress, and obviously lacked the agility waiters have in balancing a full bottle of champagne along with two fluted glasses. These were to be delivered unharmed to the wedding couple’s table, pronto. Of course as an angel, I could have easily transported them to the table minus the balancing act, but my boss said not to be too conspicuous.

“Bless all these workers,” I muttered, as I reached the finish line.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I saw Frank’s red face and gritted teeth, looking at Cynthia.

“Frank, please, not here, not now,” Cynthia’s eyes watered as she forced a smile on her face.

“That co-worker of yours, Jesse, was it?, he looked at you like he wanted to devour you," Frank accused.

“Here’s the champagne!” I announced with much more enthusiasm than necessary.

Frank continued to stare at Cynthia intently that I don’t think he was even aware of my presence. Cynthia looked at me with fearful eyes. Our eyes locked and almost instantly, I saw a vision of abuse, violence and mental torture.

“Thanks,” Cynthia’s voice brought me back to the present. I nodded nervously and tried to force a smile. .

I made my way back to the kitchen with a heavy heart. Knowing full well what was in store for Cynthia, as she starts her life with Frank.

I passed the best man who was just finishing his speech, instructing everyone to raise their glasses to a toast “for the greatest love story ever,” he said proudly.

I needed a minute as I brazed myself against a wall. My heart was breaking because I know what was to come. And that statement was farthest from the truth.