Part 33: The Root of All is where the Revenge Starts.

HANNA ERICA CAVIAR'S POV

"What are you doing girl? You are wicked!" I heard a laugh from the side of my bed.

I kept rolling my eyes after every single time I am done with doing a Mascara application. I turn my sit sideway so I can talk to her face to face. "Come on Shareen, I never even tried to harm her or what. This is a friendly game with her and she seems to be so into it."

Currently, I am with Shareen Mae De Guzman, one of my friends. "By the way where are dreamma and the others?"

She put her feet on top of her other feet. "Oh them? well, let's just say that they were too devastated about your marriage and the fact that you did not manage to inform us." I drop the Mascara on the table.

"What Am I supposed to tell? I didn't know myself". I nervously chuckled.

"I did not even knew that it was going to be my wedding day. If they were shock, trust me I am shocker that they are."

I said, lying. Geez, I did forgot to invite them because I was tending different things that it slipp