Not even in a thousand years Spencer could imagine the day her emotion would match Alison's on Emily's wedding day. She just didn't think Alison would lose Emily to anyone.

Paige to be specific.

All this time she was aware of Alison but turned out Paige was the real winner. Alison's snarky attitude and dirty talks about Paige matched Spencer every move, except they happened all in her head. And no matter how jealous Alison could be, she did manage to fake her smile and claps when they were officially married.

She didn't know they had so much in common. Spencer found it ironic. She looked at Alison and saw herself in it.

Alison found it weird. Why did she see herself in Spencer?

Then she noticed the way Spencer looked at Emily. Her longing eyes followed every Emily's footstep. Her hand touched Emily's arm times to times when they spoke. And, the subtle side eye she gave Paige every time the newly married woman breathed near Emily.

Oh.

That made sense. Everything fell into pieces.

Gulped down her half emptied glass, Alison grabbed another one on the way to approach Spencer.

"How are you doing?" She started gently.

"Good, you?" Spencer replied, eyes still followed Emily.

She raised her head. "Let me start again. How are you doing?"

Spencer took her eyes off of Emily, glared at Alison. "I am good, and you are drunk."

"We both know you're not good and I'm not drunk so cut the shit."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Paige is officially allowed to fuck the girl you love every fucking night. She's probably fucking her tonight just right after we leave. Emily will moan her name instead of yours when they are in bed. So yeah, I'm asking you, how are you doing?"

Spencer froze in her spot, the muscles on her face straightened and her stomach felt like burnt. The glass in her hand shaking as if it was about to break. Alison pointed out her feelings. She pointed out the fact she had been avoiding all years, all months and all day. She could never be the one to make Emily feel good. She could never whisper 'I love you' when Emily cried her name.

Spencer was furious yet Spencer was smart. Her heart stuck behind secure bars and her mind quickly took control.

"Alison, I don't –"

"Don't fool me! I've loved her for too long to not recognize your feelings. I was just too stupid to notice. But I do now. So spill! Don't you want her? The way Paige has her? To touch her smooth –"

"Alison, stop! Just because you're upset and jealous doesn't mean you can drag me into this."

Alison tilted her head, hissed and gulped the rest of her glass.

"Jealous? Not as much as you are." She turned on her heels. "At least I got to fuck her."

Spencer grabbed two more glasses, Emily could be waiting for her.