EIGHTY-NINE

"My lovely Gemma," it started. "I have missed you so much, I heard news you are now a married woman. I feel so much sadness that I never got an invitation, but darling I understand if you hate me now, I have disappointed you, and you have every right to be mad, I just wish you had come to see me or send an invitation, Gemma darling. I don't have so much to say but I am proud and happy to hear such news.

And just like we have discussed, I hope he cherishes and makes you happy, because being my daughter, you deserve so much happiness… I hope to hear from you, just like in the old days.

Gemma lay on her bed, curling herself as tears rolled down her red cheeks. Sadness engulfed her, bitterness crept into her soul and at that moment she hated everything about herself.

She must have made a huge mistake by not sending a message, at least letting him know how much she missed him, and how she found the love of her life. Gemma blanked out after so much thought.

It was morning again, the sunli