CHAPTER 11

Reed left the mansion and decided to stay in his bar for a while... he had his own room there. He called his friends Jon, Daryl, and Archie, who showed up almost immediately. They must have sensed that something was wrong.

"What happened, man?" Jon asked.

"I'm getting married in two weeks," Reed said, taking a swig of his beer.

"What? Why so sudden? Were you forced into it?" Archie asked.

"Nope... I love the girl. The problem is, my bride isn't willing to marry me," Reed replied, his shoulders slumping as the alcohol began to take effect.

"What? That's impossible, man! Who wouldn't want to marry Reed Villaruel? Every woman here in San Sebastian wants to marry you. You're rich, a very successful businessman, and a great catch!"

"Not Clarisa..." Reed said, taking another gulp of beer, determined to drown his sorrows in alcohol that night, hoping to forget the pain, even if just for a moment.

"Who's Clarisa?" the three of them asked in unison.

"My unwilling bride..."

"Ohh..."

And because