My ex-g/f was a bridesmaid at her aunt's wedding and was chosen just to stand next to the bride and look pretty. Cala kuli xal, after a while she got tired or something and she was heading towards the restroom after we spoke for a few seconds between a few tables. I left for the bar, because I was hot. Temperature was a million foking degrees in that hotel. Suddenly this table with dhocilo was telling her to get this and that for her, like she was some kinda gawdam waitress or something. She decided to not make a big scene out of it and reluctantly catered to their needs with a smile. I'm bored at the bar, so I decide to go back to the dancefloor and dance a little bit, my ex tells me about those girls at a certain table and my blood starts to boil, because I know these hoes like the back of my hand. They were up to no good. I went straight to their table and threatened them that if they ever come near her, I'll spank and slap the shit out of their behinds. They tried to convince me that they made a mistake, but like I said I know these hoes.
The next night we were talking about it and I told her how I proud I was of her for dealing with those girls in a mature way, didn't think it was naive of her at all.

So bridesmaids have quite a few stories to tell themselves. It goes both ways.
