Linda
“Your friend’s wedding is coming, right?” Alex asked. That was the first time he opened his mouth after a long silent ride from Hollywood.
“Yeah, next month.” I couldn’t wait for the party. I think I was going to shed tears watching my best friend walk down the aisle with her father beside her heading to Ricardo. I felt like a mother now.
“Are you going to invite someone?” I looked at him when he asked me that. Why did he ask me that?
“Maybe Oliver.”
“Who is Oliver?”
“My driver.”
“Your driver? Why do you want to bring him?” Okay, his tone was kind of rude. Oliver wasn’t just a driver to me. He was a friend. A very close one. The only one I could talk to when I had nobody else.
“You asked me who I want to bring and I’ve answered. By the way, Oliver isn’t just a driver to me
