Chapter 59 The Press

• It had barely been six hours when Diana and her two daughters dusted off their legs like they were shaking off the past, and approached the TV station. I didn't even know they could do it this fast. This made me remember the first time Tyler and I were to be married.
• After our parents were perfectly introduced, it took more than a month to get Diana to finally agree to the date we had picked to get married. In her defense, her son deserved someone to match his status.
• But excuse me, “What did she mean by someone to match his status?” I was the perfect industrious lady who had her own money in her pocket. Obviously, Diana thought of me as a dependent woman. Someone who looked to her husband’s hand even before she could afford her own pads for her monthly flow.