Sylvester's Reason

“Sylvester! Stop right there! Let’s talk!” I shouted while following him. We are now on the parking lot and he is just walking and ignoring me.

“Just go back the party. How could the soon-to-be-bride be absent on her own engagement party?”

“I don’t care! Stop walking and let’s talk!” He still ignored me so I thought of something to make him stop walking. “Ah! Ouch, my tummy!” I exclaimed pretending to have cramps. Vester immediately turned around and went towards me but even before he could completely assist me, I almost vomited because of his scent. “Yuck! You reek of alcohol! Oh my gosh, I think I’m going to puke.”

“I told you, you should go back inside.” He was about to walk away but I grabbed him.

“You’re not going anywhere! Don’t test my patience Sylvester Harris, stay here because we are going to talk.” I held his wrist and drag him to the hotel’s garden. I made him sit on the bench and I sit on the other one, since I can’t stand the smell of alcohol on him. “Where did you g