Mackenzie's P.O.V.
13 April, 2019
"Men; they just think with their d***s. Every single men are the same." Nora hissed, unclasping the bottle of red wine with so much strength as if she'd break it. "I'm warning you Kenz, don't get married with a man."
"You want me to be a lesbian?" I muttered boringly.
"Great idea." She agreed with me, taking a shot from the glass filled with alcohol. "Let's turn lesbians and we'll live a peaceful life. f**k Dylan. f**k Johnny. They both can die and rot in hell."
I took a sharp intake of breathe, leaving the couch I was seated on and sauntered over to her direction. "You're hot." I snatched away the glass from her hand and then the bottle. "But it's sad that none of us are lesbians. And you can't drink, because then my bridesmaid will blabber nonsense
