My whole family and past friends are enjoying the foods and games my sisters had organized. It seems like my parents rented the whole Good taste restaurant. We occupied the wide 6 floors as music and foods are laid on the tables with nice covers. I feel like entering a fairy tale upon the entrance. Everyone is looking at us while clapping and saying their greetings. I slowly slip away from the group of friends asking me some questions about who those new faces are. I walk towards the very edge where I can hide away from any attention. “What are you hiding here for? This is your big day, congratulations by the way.” I turn to see Michael smiling at me. He is wearing skinny jeans and a brown t-shirt that he covered with a brown leather jacket. He is wearing rubber shoes and his hai

