Dawson
"She's taking too long."
My cousin smiles cynically at my words and rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. He takes out his phone and starts playing some recordings.
"Are you sure she's coming?"
"It would be good if Charlene called her to confirm she's coming."
"The ceremony date is almost here, and she hasn't arrived."
"Why is she taking so long?"
"Are you recording me, jerk?" I ask him, and the jerk bursts into laughter.
"I'm sick of you. If you had done things the right way from the start, we wouldn't be in this situation."
I know he's right. I should have gone after her and not let so much time pass. But at that moment, it was impossible. I swear it got out of hand. I just hope it's not too late.
"Do you know if she's coming alone or with that effeminate guy?" I ask
