Sebastian….
“Aren’t you going to tell the waitress what your order is, darling?” Rebecca’s voice broke through my thoughts, disrupting it.
She said a couple more things I didn’t quite hear, my mind seemed to have been whisked away into a world of its own. As I contemplated whether or not the waitress with an uncanny resemblance to Catherine was real, or just a figment of my imagination.
Or had Catherine died and her ghost was here to taunt me until I went crazy? I mean I deserved it for all the things I did to her, but if that were the case, couldn’t she just wait until after the wedding?
The wedding!
I echoed mentally, that must have been the reason why I was seeing her. I hear people talking about how stressful weddings are and how they mess with your psyche. Yeah- that was a more
