When we’re far enough that no body will come and save her, I turn to her sharply. “What do you think you’re doing, June? Who are these guys and why are you entertaining them?”
She had the audacity to look surprised and something inside me snapped. I began wailing on her, releasing all my pent up anger at seeing my June with those men that didn’t need her.
And then she’s running away, leaving me behind.
“By the end of the weekend, you’ll only have me.” I reminded her as she retreated. “Do you hear me? No one else is going to choose you!”
I don’t follow her. I don’t need to. She already knows her worth now that I reminded her of it.
June will be mine by the end of it all and I’ll happily show her this at the ceremony. No one will take her. No one but me.
For the next couple of hours
