Roxanne
“Who the f**k are you?”
“Roxanne, where are your manners?” Mama demanded.
“I left them in Italy, who is this man?” I asked.
“I’m Ernesto,” The man on my mother’s arm offered. “And you must be Roxanne. Your mother has told me so much about you.”
“Well she’s told me nothing about you!”
“I didn’t want to bother you on your honeymoon. Hi, by the way, I missed you.” Mama released his arm and walked over to me with open arms.
I hugged her. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I missed you too.”
“Now be nice.” She whispered.
“Ernesto, hi. Roxanne Levy-Vaughn.”
“Ugh, I love your new name!” Sasha gushed. “It’s so you!”
“Isn’t it?” Daxon smiled.
“Well I certainly didn’t think there would be so many people here!” Mama laughed. “Ernesto and I were just getting a drink. Would you all like to
