"Hey, everyone!" I come back from work but am not surprised to see everyone in the living room. My wedding is just two weeks away and there are usually lots of people in my house, planning the wedding.
"What's going on?" I walk up to where Rach is sitting and settle down beside her. She looks serious, like something isn't quite right kind of serious. I realize everybody does look gloomy and solemn as I look at everyone; from Mom to Dad to Sam to Abby and back at my mother.
"What's wrong?" I ask after a generous thirty seconds of silent treatment, looking at Rach mostly.
"I cannot be with you anymore. I am sorry Jerry."
"Ha-ha! I am so not going to fall for your stupid pranks again. Moreover this is a bad joke. Very bad indeed." I laugh it off, confident that everyone is just trying to
