I rub my hand over my forehead, trying to force some actual focus into my brain. “Come on, Meeka. Just do your job. Read the stupid report, check the fabric designs sent , think about the wedding, think about literally anything else.I manage to keep my eyes on the screen for maybe thirty seconds tops, before my mind just completely drifts away again. And it doesn't go to flower arrangements, or the seating chart, or even the rehearsal dinner. It doesn't even go to Nathaniel. Instead, it goes straight back to the one place I’ve been desperately trying to avoid for the past one week.Slade.My fingers freeze right over the keyboard. For a complete one week, the guy wouldn't leave me alone. He was calling me non-stop. Morning, afternoon, late at night when I was trying to sleep. My phone was constantly lighting up with voicemails, texts, paragraphs of explanations, literally anything he could think of just to beg me to meet up with him.And then, now there's nothing. Just sudden, total
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