Unwoman
to finally become a classic lady.
But Sam was right all along. Little girls get hurt when they play grown-up games. It hurted her, it hurted me, and probably Sophia and Mary too. But after this sick-honor calls, we are no longer little girls, are we?
I’m standing on the altar in front of the priest, doing my best to not run nor kill myself as he said: "hereby, I, Youssef Martine, seal you, Amber Durand, as my wife. In God's eyes, we are married. I pledge, in honesty and sincerity, to be for you a protective and helpful husband, from now on until the last of my day," Youssef grins to me, his hand holding mine. He stands tall on the altar, in front of the high priest, the sisters, the council,
Sikat na Kabanata