Wearing a khaki fleece robe, I sat at the table by the large bow window in my room, overlooking the flower garden. It was a beautiful day and the outdoors looked so entrancing as spring was fast approaching. I flipped open my laptop and began to write an email to Mrs. Gray. Even though a month had gone by already, I wanted to invite her to come and be a part of the wedding preparations. My mother had started feeling unwell and she could probably use the help from Mrs. Gray.
“I hope she doesn’t call me out for starting the preparations without her.” I told myself as soon as I finished typing the email and clicked the send button. The day was still young so I opted to wait for her response by reading a book. It was then that I noticed a few books on the table. I had been in this room for
