Marcella stood by the bedroom window. Her lips curved seeing the maple tree in the garden change colors. She had a small rose garden and the roses were blooming splendidly.
"I love autumn!" she stretched herself.
Tony smiled. He was reading the newspaper sitting on the bed. She tried stopping him from bringing his work inside the bedroom but failed. Turned out, she loved hearing about his work more than he wanted to work, He had to bring work into the bedroom.
"Today is Aiden Fogarty's wedding."
"I know," Marcella tied her hair.
Aiden invited her. Her alone. He sent the invitation in her name "Marcella DeAngelo". She didn't think Aiden really wanted her there. If he respected her, he would have invited her properly. She didn't RSVP'd.
"They mentioned it in the papers," Tony said folding the paper.
