Siara
I’m in wedding hell!
Not only was I preparing to watch my mate marry someone else, but I have to help said someone else plan the wedding. It’s my job as maid of honor.
Yeah, this is the dumbest decision I’ve ever made. Phillip takes pleasure in constantly reminding me that I don’t play the martyr role well. He’s enjoyed the past month we’ve spent ‘pretending’ to be a couple. Sometimes I think he gets more into it than acting requires. He always holds me just a little too long after Mason is no longer paying attention, and he takes every chance he gets to play with my hair or whisper really close to my ear, practically kissing it. It’s really strange, and I’m having trouble processing it as well as keeping up the act of happy go lucky best friend and Beta to the future Alpha who ju
