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violent looked up from her cold mug of coffee reasonable as a mysterious man walked into the diner. the sound of the bells on the door speak had startled her and interrupted her usual day dreaming. She watched the man from her counter stool as he seated himself at a nearby booth. He gazed pop out the window with a troubled look on his face and finally turned and met eyes with Ruby. He offered her a kind smile but Ruby turned her head quickly out of embarrassment. She hadnt even realized she was star at him, but there was something so familiar nearly him she couldnt help herself." avid thinking, gals give care us never get guys like that." Rubys thoughts were immediately shut off bye her friend Elaines comment."And just why not?" Ruby replied, Elaine just smiled and continued drying the silver wear.Elaine worked at the diner as a waitress, though Ruby never quite understood why. She hated her job, always complaining about everything and everyone there. But that was just Elaines nature, never satisfied."Well I better get going, I still have to get my dress from the tailors, for the big event," started Ruby as she gathered her coat and purse."I would hardly call your sisters wedding a big event," commented Elaine. "If I recall this is her third big event in twain years.""Fourth" Ruby called out over her shoulder on her way out the door.The days of the week seemed to fly by and before she knew it, Ruby was in her apartment dressing for her sister, Jillians wedding. The mysterious man from the diner had almost completely escaped her thoughts. Running late, as usual, she finished fastening the clasp on her bridesmaid gown and hurried outside to catch a cab. Ruby was her sisters maid of honor and to her it was an honor, at least the first epoch she was chosen for the position.     Where to? beckoned the cabby from the front seat.     Church of the Redeemer on 38th Street, Ruby told the cabby as she searched through her purse for the lipstick she had bought strictly for the occasion. She recalled standing, starring at the cosmetics shelf of the drug store for close to twenty minutes trying desperately to locate a shade that would match her dress. She felt inane for wasting so much time on such an insignificant thing, but how in the world do you match a color like sea-foam?