Elena

Halfway through the meal, I slowly felt myself loosing my appetite and with the lady’s constant gazes. Her presence posed and intimidated aura around me, the kind which Diego usually had on but hers was different.

The sharp sound of her dropping the spoon sounded and it was accompanied with her tone, were her question was directed to Diego.

“So Diego have you picked a date for the wedding? Because I don’t know if it’s me or you guys are dragging the wedding.”

What she had said popped curiosity into me, it was something my mind never reached. The wedding, the wedding…when was it happening.

“I’m waiting for Marianne...