Chapter 2

This was the reason for his success and fame. I hesitated. He once told me he had a strict father who left scars on his hands. This explained the fact that he always wore long sleeves. I broke the first rule and started dating when I was 14. By the time I was 18, I didn't think I would graduate college, living with my parents, dating six men. For crying out loud it's the 21st century, so you can't give your kids stupid rules. I put my hand on Gray and looked at his parents. "Be respectful, Cassandra." I hated my middle name and my mother only used it when she wanted to show how serious she was. I always thought my mother was a tidy person and she was. I wanted you to do the right thing and never do the wrong thing. "I'm going to be mom, dad, hello, mom." "Hello Mr. Simpson" Gray said with a bitter smile. "I have to go home with my sister!" He shouted behind us. "My heart aches to be with my parents." Gray said when I didn't listen. I looked at her with a smile and she looked very sexy. I smiled at him, stroking his curly hair with my fingers. "You look hot." – I said in a hoarse voice. - You are cool. He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly pushed it under my thighs. We never failed to praise each other. in front of your parents. Who would say such a thing in front of their parents? He leaned down to kiss my cheek and I parted his lips a little. - Cassandra, - I heard my mother's voice, we both looked in the direction of the voice and saw her looking at us at the door. - We were going to leave. We hurried to where his white Tesla was being assembled. "Wow." he laughed - You must have gotten used to my mother by now. "Trust me, I'm still trying." I laughed and went to the wedding. I think it would be worse to go with Ciara when she's upset. We got to the wedding early so we went in and sat in the back. It was a huge church decorated with white and yellow roses, and it was beautiful and heavenly. The groom was at the altar, his tuxedo was 6.2 and I looked back and saw that he was fine. Her best man was the blackest man with the most beautiful smile I have ever met. I wish I had whiter teeth. The church was full and the other colors were white and peach. - It was just in time. As the violinists began to play, Gray whispered. I was suddenly excited. The last time I went to a wedding was when I was six. When the door opened, everyone turned and admired the wedding dress. First of all, she was beautiful with a huge crown on her head, a long lace veil, and brides tried not to fishtail their wedding dresses. He smiled as he slowly walked with the old man he thought was his father. The older sister, dressed in a peachy white couture dress and a neat bun, followed in a beautiful figure. I wish he could see me, but I'm still horrified by what happened this morning. "Ciara kills it in that dress." Gray hissed. - Hey, it's my sister. I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything" "Shh." The woman behind us interrupted us. "Excuse me." I apologized to the woman, but she pretended not to listen. We sat quietly for the rest of the procession and the bride joined the groom. at the altar. He didn't even look at her. "cold." I whispered to Gray. "What the?" "The bridegroom spared not the eye of the bride." "He'll see more." - Have you noticed how quiet he is? I whispered softly and looked at the groom, who hadn't moved since the bride had joined. "He's probably nervous. I'll do it. He's dedicated to a woman." "Is there a problem here?" - I asked frowning. "No, of course not." he said smiling. I studied his face for a while Before turning back to the altar. . The event went off without a hitch. Gray and I used to whisper to each other when we found something. Like an old man who almost hit his head on a chair while sleeping. And the woman touching the makeup and kissing the mirror, why was she here? It was time to swear. Gray is already bored and busy with his phone. Sophia was beautiful and born into a rich family and was a part-time model. Her stylist did her hair well and her make-up was a little heavy and I saw fake blush here. He swore with joy The groom continued to look at her as if bored. He seemed to want to end it. Is it arranged marriage? I organized my thoughts and focused on the altar. When it was his turn to swear, he was silent. I stabbed Gray and put my chin on the altar. - He didn't say a word. I whispered - Now it gets interesting. - He said he hung up the phone. Sophia was horrified and called his name, but he seemed dazed. The priest repeated the oath, but did not answer. Sophia smiled at the advice. we are fine you don't need to panic. She turned to him and spoke in a soft voice, but gritted her teeth. A woman got up and went home