"Is Owen coming?" Kimmie asks before she takes the last gulp of her champagne.
The two of us are at Cleo's place, to accompany her while she gets ready. The engagement is set to start at six, at some famous hall Mr Montgomery booked that would accommodate all ninety nine guests.
"Nope."
"Did you even tell him about tonight?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure..?" She sounds sceptical.
I ignore her to pay attention to my phone; he just posted a new picture showing tangled feet and legs of mine and his, while the area above our knees are covered by his dark charcoal duvet.
Mysterious yet intimate, I definitely love this picture and don't mind him posting it eventhough it's obvious those feet are mine since I recognise the nail art which looked insanely amazing in it.
But my mood goes south once I
