Bryan
I swear, the only thing worse than a d**k's party, is a rich d**k's f*cking party.
My former best friend- yes, Natalie is throwing a bash sponsored by her rich husband. Yes, Natalie is married for almost one entire year and spending the earnings of her rich husband. I know this because my mother nagged my ear off about it, insisting I be here because we are best friends.
Staring at my reflection, I adjust my dark grey tie that matched well with my navy-blue suit. I fidget with the breast pocket and cufflinks before leaving the huge, beautifully decorated bathroom, heading back downstairs of Natalie's new house which is about ten miles away from her childhood home.
Exactly how do I tell my mother 'former' best friend for her to actually understand the meaning...because I did tell
