After I grabbed the cell phone, I went back out the door and locked it. As I started towards my car, I saw Jerome standing beside it. My heart jumped in my throat. I was frozen for a minute as I walked closer, and I saw Jerome smiling.
The next day my fiancé came over to see me before he went to the house to work. I was very scared that he might sense that something was wrong because I’m not good at hiding things. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him, but I knew he wouldn’t understand and was afraid he would call off the wedding and that would cause embarrassment to everyone, so I decided to keep quiet.
For the next couple of weeks I didn’t go to the house much since Jerome was there, it was just too uncomfortable for me. On Friday of the second week my fiancé took me out to eat. While we were out, he asked if something was wrong, that I had been acting funny when I came over to the house while they were working, and that he had seen Jerome looking at me several times. Surprised I said no everything's all right, I’ve just had the wedding on my mind.
He said, “Well good last night was Jerome’s last night. I fired him so we can start moving stuff in now.”
