Jett
The reception wasn’t the place I wanted to be. Something about that wedding was working on me like a burr under a saddle. Guilt, remorse, anger, and even a tad bit of self-loathing was combining inside of me, creating a s**t-storm.
Asia looked like a doll in a dark blue dress and matching heels. The neckline was scooped on the knee length dress that was reminiscent of the style women wore in the fifties. She wore a strand of pearls that hugged her neck, almost like a choker. Her dark, silky hair was curled, loosely. Everyone noticed her, even though she was going for a demure look.
That woman had no idea of how beautiful she truly was. The beauty went all the way through her. She wore a sweet smile as she went to get us some of the wedding cake that was cut after the meal of roaste
