June twentieth.
My mom walked down the aisle with a smile on her face. She appeared really happy and I wondered if she had really been this happy with my dad. The few memories I had of him were lovely but seeing my mom walking down the aisle, displeased me.
With her bridal gown sweeping the carpet, she swept my a part of me off. Aiden on the other hand with his tugged leather fitted suit, mounted the alter alongside my mom. This was too much for me to see, especially when the priest announced "You may now kiss the bride" and their lips collided.
The way my mom held his head closer grasping him tight for a kiss as if they had not been kissing all this while. The passion in their kiss was so aggressive.
After the marriage, we moved over to Mr Aiden's place as they agreed on. We were now
