Regret ever being born

For the longest, Genevieve paced in the living room, clutching her phone as if it were her lifeline, feeling glad that Leo was asleep.

For what felt like an eternity, she had been anticipating this moment, and now, with trembling hands, she finally decided to make the call. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, and dialed Flynn's number. The phone rang once, twice, and then, to her immense relief, Flynn's warm voice filled her ears. "Hello?"

"Mr. Molnar," Genevieve replied, her voice quivering with excitement. "It's me, Genevieve."

After a silent second, Flynn's tone brightened, and there was a hint of relief in his tone. "Genevieve, it's so great to hear from you. I've been eagerly waiting for your call."

"I'm so sorry it took me this long to call," Genevieve admitted. "I have just been so overwhelmed with a lot."

"I understand, Genevieve. But you have no idea how excited I am to talk to you. There's so much to discuss. I want you to come to Instylish as soon as possible so