Chapter Twenty-Three

Luna’s POV

I prepared a huge English breakfast with a selection of fruit and cream filled scones for Carrie. These past six weeks had passed in no time and today I would be saying my goodbyes to my best friend. The least I could do was make her a special breakfast, I say breakfast, it’s now 12:30 in the afternoon and I dare say after how much she drank last night she may vomit at even just the smell of food.

Last night we had a small get together with friends and family as a farewell party for Carrie, she insisted she didn’t want any fuss but I knew she appreciated everyone coming to give their well wishes. Carrie and I took full advantage of the party and drank more than our weight in spirits, as for entertainment, well I reckon we scared most of the guests away with our rendition of Celine Dion’s ‘It’s all coming back to me’.

I never thought she would go ahead with the whole moving to New York idea but her and Santos have spoken on the phone every day since that weekend in London. I