At the last minute, Mom had organized a reception for Charlotte and me. She had invited all her friends and happily, I knew most of them. Her home was... plenty large enough for the two dozen or so people who dropped by to wish us well. It was a warm spring day and we took advantage of the patio area as well. It was nice to see some old familiar friends again. I got a lot of questions about where I found a beauty like my fiancée. Charlotte was made very welcome and I know she enjoyed herself."That. That bitch Melanie, this is all her fault! I know damn well she's the one who reported me. No one else knew I wrote Matthew's report, so who else could it have been? I slip out of my turtleneck sweater and skirt and fold them neatly on the chair sitting beside the examination table. Surprisingly, the room's temperature actually isn't too bad. Southern California gets warm winters anyways, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. All that's left is my bra and panties. God, I hope nothing too. They looked as if they were in recovery mode. We were about to turn around until we heard the guy say, ‘Come over if you want.’ The guy threw on his shorts, the woman wrapped a side of the blanket over herself. Ironically, it was the same guy who took that bottle of wine off my hands to let me in. His name was Tim. He said just moved in from Charlotte about two months ago and lived a floor above Andrea. His friend’s name was Shelly, who was a hairdresser. The two of them were an attractive. More than once she had seen her complaining to her mother or grandma about something and heard the two older women talk to her in rushed French that didn’t sound very nice. What was so funny though was the way she and Dave got along so well. Rose whined a little and Dani petted her. The dog had found her niche in both the family and their bedroom in the attic. She was perfectly content to run around ignoring the other dogs that had ruled for years and going from this person to that begging for.