Here's the second part of the story. A little more drama and I still own nothing.
It's been about two years since I married Mark. Not that it was a real marriage really, but we did have the same ceremony that my mom and dad had. Once again it was Grams that did it.
Speaking of Mom and Dad, they are now living in an apartment across town, near Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Coop, her new husband, and Aunt Paige ended up marrying Uncle Henry and they are now living at Magic School.
So, it's now just Wyatt, Mark, and I living in the manor. Wyatt is happy to have the manor less crowded, as am I. Mark is still trying to get used to living with people, but he's getting better at it everyday.
I woke up to find the bed empty, which wasn't that weird since Mark was usually up making breakfast for everyone. Aunt Phoebe came over every morning so she could talk to Mark. They became best friends quickly. Whenever she needed help with an article Mark was there to tell her what he thought.
I rolled over to see a box on the nightstand with my name on it. Cocking my eyebrow I reached over and picking the box up. The box moved and gave a little whimper. Quickly opening it I saw a puppy that I was trying to convince Mark to buy me.
"Oh my God," I yelled when I saw the chocolate lab.
