“What?” Derrick blurted and sprung up.

Laura chuckled, peering at him. “Why are you acting so shocked? We are having our wedding. Finally!” She squealed.

“Says who?” He said with clenched teeth.

“Your parents approve and we were originally supposed to get married if not that bitch.”

He marched to his desk chair. “We can't get married. It's not possible.”

“Why? Is there something going on I don't know…wait…no way…” she gasped then heaved a s frustrated sigh.

The two held eyes. To Laura, Derrick's reaction only further solidified all she saw in pictures. But now she'd seen enough and wanted him for herself now. She didn't want him clinging...