“ Great,” I thought. “ Just great!”
Vicky continues like nothing happened, drawing back the attention of the crowd with humour.
“ My brother makes me jealous for being born his sister. Were I a man, this beauty would be mine!”
Laughter rippled in the crowd. We advance through the introduction to the toast and cake, the evening crawling away with tick tock on the time, and my mind drifting to what I would do to the beauty by my side the second we get home.
“ Do you have anything you would like to say, Mrs. Devinsky?” Vicky asked, with her attention on Nicki.
“ Say something! Say something!” Akilla urged until the audience joined, cheering in sync.
“ Thank you, Sister Vicky Don Salvatore El Devinsky!”
I felt a wave of shivers rush down my spine. No one…not even me, has pronounced my s
