The days seemed to drag on. Tessa hasn’t let me leave her sight in days. In fact, she insisted on dragging me around to view wedding venues, caterers, and bakeries. I don’t know how to get out of this damn wedding business, but I must do it before it’s too late. There more I watch Tessa, the more I notice she’s even more like my mother than I first thought. She thrives on being the center of attention and goes out of her way to be it. Not to mention the ability to spend money like its water. Her attitude is whinier, but it still makes people bend to her will just to get her to shut up.
I dropped Tessa off at the airport early yesterday morning, only for her to whine about how much she will miss me for the two days she will be away with her parents. I’m starting to wonder if Tessa even has
