My Sister Threw Red Wine Across My Dress Uniform And Told Me I Didn’t Belong In That Ballroom, My Father Told Security To Take Me Out Before I Embarrassed His Future Son-in-law, And I Looked At The Stain Running Over My Ribbons, Checked The Countdown On My Watch, And Said, “You’re Right. I Don’t,” Because In Sixty Seconds The Room Was About To Learn Why I Had Really Come!
My sister poured wine on my uniform — “you don’t belong here.” I said, “you’re right. I don’t.” Sixty seconds later, the military police walked in — and that’s when the room went silent. The sound of glass snapping against marble cut through the music like a gunshot. A second later, something cold and wet…
