Diego

“So when are you guys planning the wedding? Don’t you think that it has been dragged long enough?” Martins tone dinged in the place, walking out the dining room.

I was already sick and tired of the question. When was the marriage happening? It was taking a toll on my patience.

My lack of response to the questioned of Martins had him humming again thought he had already seen that I wasn’t in the mood to take anyone’s questions. My thoughts were still wrapped up around Elena and her mother was the least of my worries right now.

“You know that you don’t have to go this extra miles...