Wedding (2)

Soon all the guests arrived at the resort except for Michael. This was the reason Leo never considered him to include in his choices for best man, though his parents kept on pestering him that his best man should be someone from their family.

Regardless of the words, that he had said that he will arrive in the afternoon, he actually arrived past five in the afternoon. Michael's parents were both gravely mad at him, his father said that he would chop him into pieces and would feed them to the alligators in the alligator farm of the resort.

When they arrived, there was only one room left unoccupied and he didn't want to sleep with America tonight. America, on the other hand, kept on convincing him not to let her sleep with his sister because she knew that she didn't have to reach Michelle's good side yet.

"Babe? There's nothing wrong if we share a bed. As if we haven't done it before."

As a matter of fact, Michael didn't have any intention to bring her here to the wedding in the first place. She just accidentally heard from his mom that all the Cortezes were invited to Leo's wedding and being Michael's girlfriend, she should also appear and gift her presence to the couple.

"No!" Michael stubbornly said, "You go to Michelle's and share the room with her or better yet just go home alone."

America didn't have any idea why Michael suddenly became this way. It's already been a week since when he started acting like this.

America decided to shut her mouth and do what he said. Michelle was already informed by her brother that she will be sharing her room with this America girl which was why her face was like a crumpled paper.

After entering the room, America showed her friendly aptitude to her boyfriend's sister but the woman who was already planking on her bed didn't even give her even one glance at all. She even didn't acknowledge her presence.

Receiving a no reaction from Michelle, America sighed and gulped her saliva as if she was swallowing her pride to be in touch with this ill-mannered girl.

If the girl wasn't Michael dearest sister, she would probably have slapped her real hard and let her experience what hell feels like.

Entering the room, America put the bags on the couch near the door and was about to get a bottle of cold water when Michelle spoke.

"This is my room, so I'll sleep on the bed while you are on that couch over there." She picked up a magazine then and sat on the edge of the bed, leg crossed.

Though the bed was a king sized bed, and two to three people could sleep comfortably, she still didn't want to share the bed with her.

America was very tired and didn't want to retort back to her so she nodded her head and said, "Okay can I just ask for one pillow and a blanket." She then picked up a bottle and opened the lid. But before she could drink and was just twisting the lid of the bottle, Michelle spoke again.

"Go ask the receptionist for a new pillow and blanket for you. You know that I can't sleep without hugging a pillow, right? And besides, I already used this thing, go get a new set for yourself."

America tried to control her emotion and just gripped the bottle firmly and nodded her head again to Michelle's words. "Wait for me to become your official sister-in-law, and I'll torture you from day one that I become a Cortez up until the day you die." She said to herself.

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Zoey and the rest of the entourage stayed in the biggest room of the hotel. Though Zoey wanted to sleep in between her Mom and Dad and felt like a kid once again, she thought that it's also better to give them their babe time with each other.

After ordering a room service meal the women inside the room tried to sleep early to have a beauty rest.

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Leo and Nickel shared a two-bedroom suite between themselves. After coming back from the dining hall after eating, they went back to their room because Nickel needed to attend a Video Conference Meeting. He wore a coat over his polo shirt to look formal to his mates.

Leo picked up his phone and took a snap video of Nickel with his laptop on the study table while he was wearing a coat over his polo shirt, boxer shorts and a pair of socks.

He posted it on his personal Instagram account as for today's story with a caption, 'Great power comes with great responsibility'. Looking for his account to tag him, Leo just then realized that his best friend was like a primitive ape who doesn't have an Instagram account of his own.

After Nickel finished his conference meeting, Leo addresses the issue.

"Dude! Seriously! You don't own any Instagram account? What are you? An ape?" His right eyebrow tilted upwards compared to his left one. He was judging him internally for being a prime ape at this age.

"What if I don't? Will I die? No right?" He answered back. He doesn't take selfies, doesn't have a girlfriend to flaunt too, always busy and doesn't have time for vacation, so what will he post if he has one?

"I know you won't but at least go along with the flow of technology."

Leo took Nickel's personal phone and installed the Instagram app. Nickel had two phones with him; one was for his personal use and the other was for business affairs. The phone for business affairs never leaves his side so he thought that phone was boring as hell to use.

After the application was installed, he created an account for him.

Leo used the username @nickelfuentes for him and posted one random photo he had on his phone. It was a photo of his niece with her dog.

"There you go, I created one for you. It's okay if you don't want to use it. But at least don't delete it so others can tag you with their own post."