It is the wedding day. The intimate, secret wedding that I wanted turned out to be an extravagant one, too. Thanks to my mother who called at least ten makeup artists and a photography and filmography team just to document that whole thing.
I wonder what she’s going to say when she realizes that everything is but a lie. She’ll definitely go nuts.
Mom walked up to me while I was busy getting my hair and makeup done. “You didn’t invite your friends?” she asked.
“I invited Prayne,” I replied.
I don’t really have friends that I can really call close to me. I am a homebody so I don’t really have friends. I am a loner. I am contented on my own. With myself.
I heard Mom inhaling a sharp breath. “Is he your only friend?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t have a lot of friends,” I replied
