There's been an upgrade to my problems—a fucking white wedding. That's right, my grandma suddenly sent me an audio message yesterday evening with the news.
'Make it a grand white wedding' she said. 'The budget is on me' she added in a sweet voice before announcing I had to talk to my soon-to-be husband and convince him to agree to having a wedding as if my crying before Desmond wasn't awkward enough.
Now I have to ask him to add planning a white wedding with me to his daily to-do list? Just who is the author behind my life so I can murder them and rewrite my entire story by myself? I can't take these surprises anymore.
Needless to say, I have no choice in the matter if I want my freedom that is. I've been acting as though I'm already free at home for the past few days lately and it's been fun—healing even. Now to think what would happen if I fail to secure Grandma Maria's shares…
No, I don't want to imagine what life will be like after that.
