She woke up with puffy eyes. They had not even made love the previous night. She just cried and cried, while he muttered words of reassurance. Now he was reassuring her? Of what exactly? Nonetheless, she appreciated the effort.
"They hate me," she declared. "Andrew, they didn't even look at me."
He was quiet for a while. "They're still upset about Yvette. They'll come around. They just need more time."
She didn't believe him. She saw it in their eyes. There was no way they would ever welcome her in their family with open arms. They didn't want her in their lives. They probably thought she was nothing but a gold-digger exploiting their precious Andrew. That was not what she had expected, at all.
"It'll be okay," he said before she closed her eyes.
No amount of makeup hid the puffine
