Abrianna
“Five days?” No way! I must have misheard. There is no way Mr. Russo means that he will be married in five days.
“Correct. Gabriel and your wedding will be held in five days. We are not taking any chances.” Gabriel’s father, barely containing anger, stopped me from asking any further questions. Maybe Mrs. Russo will answer them for me.
“Don’t worry, Abby. Tomorrow morning we will go over the details. My seamstress will be here tomorrow at noon to take some measurements.” My future mother-in-law puts me at ease, well, as much as could be expected. “Christian, again, my apologies for not having a birthday party for you this year. There is so much that needs to be done for the wedding.”
“Ma, for the hundredth time, I do not need any birthday parties. Jesus, women, I am turning 25
