I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I was at a bridal store with Daisy, Angel, Theresa, Nancy and my mother. Somehow I had been hood winked into tagging along with my sister, while she checked out wedding gowns. While everyone was fawning over the dresses Daisy was trying on, I was busy trying to find the culprit who was making the back of my neck itch. “Doesn’t your sister look great?” My mom gushed at the corset dress with a poufy bottom that Daisy was modeling for us. “I can’t believe one of my daughters is getting married.” The bitch was actually teary eyed and I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from making a snarky remark. My mother and Angel were acting like Daisy’s wedding was going to be the second coming of Christ. I got that they were happy for her but they were taking their happiness too damn far. “I know right,” Angel co-signed as she tried to discreetly swipe away a tear that had escaped the side of her eye.
