Anjola
She loved the color pink. It was oddly comical but she didn't seem to mind. Her lips and nails were coated with flush color that seemed to radiate her bubbly nature. She popped them in my direction then walked up to me smiling. I stifled a laugh seeing her front teeth stained pink. I had to say, I didn't think Diablo hated her. He was just an embarrassed fellow. I, on the other hand seemed to like the aura radiating from her. She was "young at heart".
"You must be the bride. It's nice to meet you." She commented, giving me an inviting smile that seemed exaggerated. No one could be this happy except one was drugs though. "I'm Katherine by the way. What is your name?"
"Anjola..."
"Sorry to interrupt but you didn't tell me you were coming." Diablo cut in.
"Well you didn't tell me
