For seven years, I've been in a secret relationship with Castro Harrison, my brother's best friend.
Just as I was hoping he'd propose, I tracked his location to a private lounge at an upscale restaurant, where I found they were joking about me.
"Castro, now that Oriana's back from London, what are you going to do about that replacement?"
Castro remained silent, his lack of response speaking volumes.
The tension in the air was broken by another friend's sardonic laugh.
