So this Marietta girl asked me if I would distract Jonathan for his and Irene's anniversary.
Here I am, my chest wrapped in bandages, standing in a suit as his best man.
I shouldn't be doing this, I should hate Irene, Rosamund says I should hate her and Rosamund is always right...but some part of me can't hate her. Rosamund is always right but maybe she isn't right about this..
Never the matter..I need to do what I was asked to do. I know he doesn't have any weapons on him.
I tap his shoulder. He turns around, looking over at me. I motion towards the priest, and he looks over there.
God, I pray this works.
ns 15.158.61.5da2
