“Derrick!” I hugged him with all the strength that I had left. Fresh tears kept on rolling down my cheeks.
Derrick was one of my best friends. Me, Christine, and Derrick had been best friends since high school. But when I started dating Max, he had me lessen my contact with Derrick. Max was very jealous of Derrick and of our friendship, that he didn’t even want him to be invited to our wedding. Due to my insistence, Max conceded provided that Derrick will not take part on any of the planning and on the wedding itself. And lastly, there should be no dancing with Derrick at the reception. I accepted. As long as Derrick is there, I’ll be fine.
I missed Derrick. I have not seen him for about a year.
“There, princess.” He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. He still calls me prince
