Chapter 8

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༒•𝔸𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠•༒

"Congratulations," I spoke while handing the bouquet of flowers to my university mates who were getting married. "I am so happy that you came," said Alec Jameson, the groom. I further talked to them before finding a place to sit.

I found an empty table so I sat down on one of the chairs. I was taking out my mobile phone when I saw the tablecloth move. I saw someone's head rising from beneath the table.

"What the heck," I uttered instinctively when I realized it was the crazy teacher.The psycho teacher.Lily's teacher.The crazy grocery store teacher.

She looked at me like I am a cockroach. "Excuse me Sir, are you following me," she asks genuinely meaning it.

"I should be the one asking you that," I spoke and take a second pause "Are you following me or what?"I said while my eyebrows lowered.

She tucked her hair that was in the way of her eye before saying "It's my sister's wedding, why would I–" but she discontinued when she heard someone saying "Summer" and she looked in the direction from where the voice came making me look at where she was looking.

Summer, her name was Summer. Weird name. Someone was calling her. It was Emma, the bride.  She is Summer's sister. Emma had a sister. I thought she was the only child. I shrugged my thoughts as I look at the woman standing next to her. She is here too. I touched my head while I hoped we don't have to face each other.

Summer stood up from her chair, rolled her eyes at me, and walked towards her sister.

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