I am so damn mad at those two fuckers; Malia and Liam. The event started at 4 and it's fucking 5:30 now and they are still locked in the room doing God knows what. Fucking, maybe, I don't know at this point.
Scanning my eyes over the well decorated place, I smile to myself, I did stick to the theme neutral after all. It all screams luxury.
The event wasn't too big because they said they didn't want more than 30 people but I begged them to invite 50. I know, this baby has some antisocial parents.
I thought that fucker was supposed to be nervous and tense because he was gonna popped the big question tonight but no he was fucking.
I know the guests haven't noticed that they are an hour and half late because they are too busy interacting, taking pictures, chilling and eating out at the food bar.
Yes I it's a lot food plus we have a bar for the drinkers.
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