Looking outside I see a limo parked at the curb but no Webb. The door opens and he climbs out.
“He’s wearing a tux and got out of a limo…” I whisper shocked. He reaches back in and I see flowers when he stands again. People are staring and I see some women waving to him running his way. He holds his hand up shaking his head and walks toward the store.
“Of course, he is my dear. He needs to look like he belongs next to you.” Yvette says laughing.
I look down at myself again “I’ve always wondered if to others I look like I belong next to him.”
She lifts my chin “Listen to me. They see what they wish they had. But who cares what they think? You know yourself. I know what you’ve been through. Webb told me. You are a fighter and that boy loves you with everything he has. You hold your head
