MY GOSH, finally, the wedding is now finished. I sighed in relief when the audience started to leave the church. There are just so many. I wonder if all of them are also rich and influential like us.
I guess so. This is even called the wedding of the century, indeed. They would not invite anyone... usual.
"Where are you going?" My brows furrowed when my mom held me on my shoulders when she noticed that I was about to leave the place.
"Uh, home?" I honestly answered as I looked back at her. "Do I need to be in the reception area as well? Both of you said that I just need to attend only the wedding, not the reception."
As if I wanted to attend the reception, anyway. I just wanna go home and sleep.
"No, you'll stay here," my mom said as she tried to grab my pink and gold Prada bag, but b
