"Marco. I wasn't expecting you so soon. You couldn't wait 'till later?" I kiss my sister on her cheek. Grinning as I stand in the foyer of the white Victorian-style home. It's a suburban housewife dream. And a sick joke of my sisters.
Anya picked it out because it was identical to most of the homes secured behind this gated community.
"I know you weren't going. I was shocked; you even made an appearance at the funeral. Did you manage to shed a tear or two?"
"Very funny, I loved Ren, in my own way." I ignore her glaring gaze, but I can't ignore the bright yellow dress she is wearing.
"We all did," I correct her, "What the f**k are you wearing?"
"What the f**k are you doing at my house?" She questions me back, already knowing the answer.
I roll my eyes, "I'm not going to the reception
