NICOLE
The event is finally happening.
Thanks to Haley's connections, we managed to secure a venue last minute, and it's none the than a performance hall downtown owned by one of her college friends.
We've worked tirelessly since yesterday, but we made it.
Honestly, looking around makes me so damn proud of myself, and I'm overcome with grief, in a sense. When Ma was alive, the preparations were all on her. I'd help out, and so would Haley, but she loved what she did. It kept her busy and distracted her from the pain she felt all the time. The point is she'd get things done and then the three of us would stand with our hands on our hips, looking around at all the pretty decorations.
I wish she were here. Plain and simple.
Haley puts an arm around me. It's like she senses I need
