*March*

Ever since Valentine's Day, I've been finding it extremely difficult to be a bitch to Tony. We barely argue and we have been getting along quite well.

And I hated it.

With each passing day, I've been feeling like opening up to Tony, but I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't trust him, or anyone, like that again. I couldn't be hurt like that again.

Lydia and Ian decided to be jackasses and sent me an invitation to their wedding anyway. It wasn't even for another six months, in September, but I already knew that I wasn't going to go.

Even though I wasn't talking to my family...