27

Evy

The golf club isn't much different from the tennis club I used to frequent in my adolescence. All the luxury of the structure, the lush greenery covering most of the perimeter, and the white fences containing a beautiful flower garden. Tiffany steps out of the car and walks toward a cottage where some women await us at a round table on the veranda. As we approach, I notice the girls eyeing me up and down, their curiosity barely concealed. I take a deep breath, subtly, not wanting them to notice my discomfort being here. As we draw near, I observe them closely, greeting each other warmly, embracing festively and at length, possibly whispering among themselves.

"Ladies, this is Evy D’Angelo," Tiffany announces as she steps away from the group of friends, beaming broadly at everyone. I feel like a trophy being displayed for them.

"Oh my God, so it's true?! That hunk actually got married?" one of them comments with extreme surprise, bringing her hands close to her mouth. Yet, she do