Not All That

"So, in a few days, you will become Mrs. Greco," Elena who was standing by Gemma's bedroom window said.

"Yeah. Mrs. Greco indeed." Gemma said with a sigh.

Elena turned to look at her. "You know you are no longer opposed to the idea like you were before."

"That's because I have come to realize that no matter how much I fight it, I'm still going to marry him anyway. So what's the point?"

"Or you have started liking your husband-to-be?" Elena said with a mischievous smile.

"What are you talking about? I don't like him, there is absolutely nothing to like about that guy," Gemma said scrunching up her nose. "Everything about him pisses me off."

"Hmm…" Elena turned back to look out the window. "Speak of the devil."

"Who is that?" Gemma asked.

"Your hot husband-to-be and another hot guy."