~Sandra’s POV~
I was in my old room, reading through a magazine with fashionable wedding gowns, waiting for my mother to return with good news. I need to get the greatest gown since, after all, I'm not just marrying a nobody. The gown has to be more costly than Meghan Markle's. Perhaps I should employ the same designer. I woke from my dreams when I heard an angry voice reverberating across the living room.
"Sandra, please come out!"
"Mother, I'm right here. Is everything alright?"
"What are you keeping from me? Why has Javier not slept with you all these years?"
"I told you I didn't know, Mother. He doesn't sleep with me, but he is still cheating on me."
I was well aware that my mother would believe anything I say.
"Tomorrow, we'll go to his place. Let's hear what he says for himsel
