Sapphire
This is the night.
This is the last night.
The last night that I will bear my surname, as a Collins.
Warm lights lit the dull gray-painted walls of the main hall of the Butler Hotel. Round tables covered with beige tablecloth were scattered around the room. White Roses were placed in a transparent long vase on the middle of the table. Everything and every corner of the room was decorated nicely. Minimalist but elegant. And the guests? They all looked as elegant as the decors that beautified this hall.
This was not Sky’s or my idea to host a party like this. This was never our plan and we did not have any idea that something like this was going to happen until my soon to be mother-in-law, Briana Butler, came knocki
