Victoria's POVI had gotten through the weekend. I probably hadn’t taken the most mature approach to the situation. I met up with Alice the next Monday after work to shop for groceries and the first thing that she asked me was, “how did this weekend go?”“Jeez Alice, you could at least pretend to be interested in how I’m doing or how my day was before you go fishing for tea, you know? Like civilised members of society.”“Fine. Hi Tori! It’s wonderful to see you. Blah blah blah! Now spill!”I had not talked to her all weekend and the suspense was obviously killing her. I thought of milking it a little more but the angsty look in her eyes told me that that might not be the best idea.“It was fine. It came, it went. That’s what’s important,” I said and rolled my cart down the produce aisle.The next thing, I knew I was being yanked back by the collar of my shirt.“Ow!” I exclaimed.“I’m sorry but is that really all you’re going to give me? I need details woman!”I rubbed my neck and scow

Victoria's POVIt was finally the Labour Day weekend. Mrs. Pullman had given me some time off which I was grateful for. I had the entire weekend to just sit indoors and be a bum and no one could say anything. To be fair, it’s not like there was anything better to do.Alice and Ben had gone to visit Ben's parents for the weekend, Sam wasn’t going to be able to come home because she wanted to spend the extra free time working on her designs for her clothing line. Mom and Gloria had gone to Prescott for the annual Stallone family camping trip so I had no one else in Sedona that I could talk to.“I desperately need to make more friends,” I said to myself for the umpteenth time.Deep down, I knew that it would never happen. The thought of having to socialize with strangers gave me so much anxiety, I knew there was no way I could do it but still, a girl could dream. I had come up with a plan for that weekend, I would stay at home and bake. Maybe read a book or two or catch up on the shows

Victoria's POVThe labor weekend was finally over.Mom and Tom came back from their camping trip in foul moods. According to my mom, Eric was taking everything that happened even harder than Tom was because Caleb had not even bothered to inform him that he was leaving. He just up and went. I was still peeved at Caleb but I decided to stay out of it.As defensive as I felt about Eric and the rest of the gang, I was not a Stallone and this was a family matter. I kept to myself for the remainder of the holiday and before I knew it, Tuesday finally rolled around.Over the weekend, I had done some thinking regarding my future and the plan that I had for myself. I had been working at Mrs. Pullman’s bakery for a few months now, and I loved it. I loved waking up early and spending my mornings surrounded by the sweet smells of baked goods.I loved chatting with the regulars who came in every day for their morning pastries and the joy of watching them take the first bite of their tasty treat. A

Victoria's POV It was my first Saturday as a free(self-employed) woman and that morning had started out exactly like I had expected it to: with me nursing a terrible hangover from the previous night. Alice, Ben and I had gone out to celebrate me finally quitting my job, the best way that we knew how. We had initially planned to just have a few cocktails and call it a night but after Ben and his workmates showed up, that plan immediately went out of the window. They had a long day of work and all they wanted to do was to party the night away to properly usher in their weekend. Alice and I did not need a lot of convincing. The main motivator for me was definitely the fact that most of Ben's workmates were hot! Ben had warned me that they were womanizers so I knew nothing serious could come from it but it didn’t hurt to just look. Besides, I wasn’t looking for anything serious with anyone. This week has affirmed my decision to continue focusing on myself and my dream. I could not affo

Caleb's POVVictoria was calling me. I had to check my caller ID twice just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was actually her! I was so confused. She was the last person that I expected to call me.I had received several calls over the past month but I had not answered many of them. Dad had eventually stopped calling. Eric had even come up to see me once but the person who was most concerned was Brianna. I had stopped talking to her completely.She blew my phone up, leaving multiple voicemails and texts demanding that I tell her what was wrong. She even threatened that she would come over once but I told her that I was tied up at work. I imagined how frustrated she must have been and almost felt sorry for her but she was the reason I was in this mess in the first place.I felt horrible, broken even. It had started to sink in that I may be losing the love of my life. Life with Brianna had definitely not been a bed of roses but the thought of being alone was more than I could bea