i twisted back and forth on the barstool, leaning against the marble countertop.

"have you decided what dress you're going to wear?" jake asked me.

i pressed a finger to his lips jokingly. "hush, you can't know that!"

"why not?" he whined.

i shook my head and laughed. "it's bad luck! you know the old saying."

he shrugged. "yeah, yeah. i'm just curious. you're going to look beautiful no matter what though."

i blushed. "thanks, jake."

he pecked me on the lips before heading to the fridge.

my phone started vibrating on the counter suddenly.
it was michael.

"hello?" i picked up the phone and held it to my ear.

jake rose an eyebrow, looking back at me.

"michael," i mouthed. he nodded.

"alaya!" he cried on the other end.

i became worried. "michael? what's wrong?"

there were whimpers escaping his lips, and i could hear cries behind him. "it's your dad."

a/n you are not ready for the second part of the epilogue.