Wedding day.
Lance.
Weddings are supposed to be beautiful. They are supposed to make you cry the good kind of tears. You look at the person as they walk down the aisle and see the beauty of it all.
Maybe everything is sinking in. the fact that they are getting married. I mean, I am like the only other person apart from ford that doesn't want this. We probably would take someone walking in and shouting 'I object' over this thing being successful.
All our things have been packed and organised by John in our new family house. I didn't even have to do anything. My new room is already set up for me—I guess that is a perk of having too much money and not knowing what to do with it.
I haven't been able to get any alone time with Ford. Somehow, I feel like he is avoiding me. Maybe he doesn't want things to look suspicious, I mean he said everyone is watching him. they don't want him to hang out with me too much because I might turn him GAY.