Dear Diary, no not this time. This time. Sigh. It's not far off until Mac's wedding. Dear Big Mac, I can't help but say I'm needlessly jealous of the relationship you have with Sugar Belle. Mad that you're going to marry her. Upset you chose to marry her over me. Alas, I do still have to go as me and my sisters were all invited. It's just, I was the only one aside from Pinkie that he asked to be a brides mare. The dress is gorgeous, but I don't know if I can bring myself to wear it or even to show up. All of this just pains me to my core. At this point, I don't think I'll ever find love. Big Mac was my last shot, my last chance at love, and I let him slip away and into the hooves of another mare.
Marble then slams the diary shut and throws it against the wall with a thud which causes Pinkie to come running up the stairs to check on her sister. "Marble, are you okay?" Marble just shakes her head. "You're not. You're mad the wedding is a few days off and you're a brides mare to Big Mac instead of his bride, aren't you?"
"Mmhmm," responds Marble with a nod as she runs over and cries in her sister's hooves. She then continues to cry in Pinkie's arms for a good several hours.