Two days to the wedding.
The guests started to arrive. The wedding is definitely a cash cow. Whenever Damien and Aria were in the lobby, they would run into someone, she had no idea who any of them were.
“Honey, is that the Aria girl who Chris always talks about?”
“She looks a lot like her.”
“Why don’t we ask her?”
“Honey, you don’t randomly go to people and ask who they are.”
Too late.
A woman in her fifties tapped Aria's shoulder.
She turned to face this woman and said, “yes?”
“Are you Aria?”
“Yes…”
The woman turned to a man and said, “that’s her.”
He started to make his way to them.
During that, “excuse me, do I know you?”
“Well, how rude of me. I am Karen Walters and this is my husband, John Walters.”
“Oh, you are Chris’s parents.”
“Yes, we are honey.”
“I guess, congr
