"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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Chapter Thirty Nine _________________
Harry
Earlier this morning was Gemma's fitting day. I thought it meant that she was trying on dresses and the family would watch, but it was the complete opposite. Unfortunately, Gemma's husband selected me to be the best man for him since he knew one of his friends wasn't going to make it on their wedding day.
I remembered Gemma mentioning this to me a while back but that was before she extended the wedding date, so I assumed that Lawrence's friend would be available. Yet, I was wrong again.
My morning consisted of changing outfits, a gay man touching my body to size me but also gazing at me inappropriately, which made me laugh every time. I found it more so amusing than uncomfortable.
The urge to ignore Gemma's husband rested in my veins, but I decided not to do it after the sound of Danielle's voice kept running through my head. She once told me regardless of how I feel about the marriage, I should acknowledge the fact that my sister has a good man to share the rest of her life with.
Lauren was the best thing that happened to all of us. She's bright, intelligent, fun, bubbly and brings light into everyone's heart. Fortunately, my niece inherited some of my mother's features and you can tell although she's four years old. So every time that she's around, I stare and can't help but smile.
Throughout the morning, Lauren bothered me to the fullest about when I'd be coming back after the wedding. She nearly broke into sobs when I told her that I didn't know because truthfully, I didn't. I planned on leaving and never coming back unless it was necessary such as Lauren's birthday or some type of celebration.
I knew that my sisters wedding meant a lot to her, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see her in my mother's dress that she wore for hers. For years, we made fun of my mother for wearing that thing she called a gown because of how ugly it was.
My mother wasn't the traditional woman, she liked to do things differently and that's what Gemma inherited from her as well considering the fact that the decor she came up with for the reception is out of this world.
The dress my mother wore was pastel pink with diamonds covering the lace at the top. I'm terrible with description to women clothes, so the image might look a bit off in many peoples heads. I never thought it was the best looking or fitting dress for a wedding but I guess that's what happens when you get married at a young age.
Before the passing, my parents were together for almost twenty years. They met in high school then decided to get married once they graduated. Soon, Gemma came into the picture then me. My mother attempted to have a child before me but it passed away before it could even fully develop.
