Anthony
My skin was tight on my back, the pain reminding me of what I had done to the woman I was becoming obsessed with. She had a grip on my soul and I didn’t care.
I finished styling my hair and tying my bow tie. My tux fits me perfectly. It was made for my frame by my personal tailor. My black dress shoes had a mirror shine. My face was clean-shaven, my brows groomed. I sprayed some cologne, and I was ready to go downstairs and wait for my girl.
My phone rang and, looking at the caller ID, I sighed.
“Hello mama.”
“Did you fix it?”
“I’m fine, and how are you?”
“Anthony, did you fix everything with the woman that is going to be my daughter-in-law?”
“Sierra mama, her name is Sierra Crane.”
“Oh, that’s lovely. Well, now that you’ve finally told me her name, answer my question
