This is built from a writing exercise we had to do in my Intermediate Fiction class a few weeks ago. The professor handed out a bunch of wedding announcements from the New York Times and, based on the picture of the couple and the provided information, we had to write the scene in which their marriage crumbled. I literally got the most pretentious-sounding couple in history, and I knew they looked the type to split up over something stupid on their honeymoon, so I wrote that.
Names have been changed to protect these people I've never met (and to protect myself from a lawsuit). I don't remember their real names, so I can't Google them to see if they've split up yet. My money's on yes, but I just hope they're both still happy.
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The Modern Age
The night before they were to leave Saint Tropez, Lauren dug her laptop
out of her carry-on bag to check the news.
Three weeks of honeymoon bliss, ignoring the HD TV and limiting yourself
to only a few, furtive glances at the cell, could be bad for business. She logged into her email, skimmed a few
notes and memos, but nothing seemed especially important. No one had posted anything offensive, no
scandals to cover up on the main page.
Her temp was doing a good job of holding down such a huge virtual fort—even
if she hadn’t gone to Harvard, like Lauren had.
