TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT
Applying my makeup, I was a bag of nerves.
‘He thinks you’re really fit,’ my cousin Allanis, 21, beamed.
‘Oh really?’ I blushed.
She had been telling me all about Greg Sutherland, 32.
‘You’ll like him,’ she said.
It was July 2015, and we were getting ready for a party that Allanis was hosting, sipping on glasses of wine before all the guests arrived.
Allanis had mentioned Greg before, after she met him through a friend.
‘He saw your picture on Facebook and said you’re pretty,’ she said.
That evening, when Greg walked into Allanis’ living room, I blushed.
‘Hi, I’m Serena’, I shouted over the music.
‘I know’, he winked.
Greg was charming and attentive.
He was 10 years older than me and it made him seem very mature.
Almost immediately after we met, we were joined at the hip.
He lived with
