I went to the door where I am surprised by Amie's face.
- Oh! - I put my hand on my chest in fright. - What a fright. I complain, and she laughs apologetically. - What is up? - I ask keeping my hand on my chest as if to calm the accelerated heartbeat.
- We're late! - she says pulling me out of the room. - Let's go. - she says.
- Stop pulling me Amie, I can walk. - I complain.
- Hmm, I stopped. - she says. - Because you're nervous, it seems you don't love me. - makes drama.
- You almost gave me a heart attack, Amie. Of course I don't love you. - I say and she starts to laugh.
- Your face was hilarious! - She enjoys and laughs heartily. - Okay, I'm sorry. - She says still trying to stop laughing as we go down the stairs. - How about, excited? - she asks, who is happier than her own happiness. Let her fiance treat her well, because that smile.
- Not necessarily. I reply and her eyes stop on mine looking at me in disbelief. - What's it? - I question.