It’s been a year and a half since I got acquainted with Sherle. I have been her romantic tale gone awry listener of her ex-bf and she’s a lawfully wedded wife to a guy whom she once answered i love you more than a year ago. I almost late for the pictorial and absolutely late for the ceremony. I brought Cathy to keep me company. The ceremony was held in Guadalupe Church and the reception is just within the vicinity of the church compound.
What feeling could there be being married?










