I was running late, again. Dressed in a brand new blue dress and beige heels, I rushed through the gardens to the back of the rows of chairs set up for the marriage ceremony of one of my college girlfriends. But I’m not really one for weddings, as in, I don’t really like going to them. I don’t have all the pretty dresses and accessories hanging from my closet like the rest of girlfriends from college do. curious source. So here I was, running late. Mostly on account of I had to buy a pair of shoes to wear for the occasion. “Better late than never,” I think to myself, and try to pick up the pace. . to be continued when I have time to write.