I smiled. At least, there were two people here who were actually happy for me.
Three people! Mr Johnson! He came over and bear hugged me. He was in a white T-shirt that was straining against his huge muscles.
“Congratulations, Chasity!” He said, looking at my ring.
“Thank you, My Johnson!” I said, smiling.
“You’re welcome, Luna! Call me Jimmy!” He insisted.
“Thanks, Jimmy,” I said blushing. “Then keep calling me Chasity,” I said, suddenly a little emotional. He was one of the only people who ever got my name right back when the triplets and everyone else called me Charity.
He pinched my cheek and ruffled my hair. His mate, Mrs Johnson, came over. She was tiny, about four inches or more shorter than me, with long wavy light brown hair and hazel eyes. She had a few freckles scattered
