JUNE
SARAH
“Hi, Aunt, can I speak to you for a second?” I asked nervously, tugging at my wooly sweater.
“Sure.” She switched off the television and put the throw pillows to the side. I sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce-style. “What’s up?”
Despite Mr Bradford’s protestations and obvious dislike of me, Onyx and I were still going to get married as planned. Our wedding was slated for the end of June, the twenty-eighth to be more precise. We decided to speed things up a notch because according to Onyx, we were “stalling.” We also decided to make it a small, intimate, wedding with only close friends and family invited. The lesser the crowd, the merrier the occasion.
Before I went on with the planning, however, I needed to come clean, to an extent, which meant telling Aunt Bella ev
