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he added. I narrowed my eyes immediately. "What does that mean?" "Vivienne, Seren, Sabestine and Isabella have a shared planning document." I blinked. "A what?" "A shared document." "How long?" "...since January." I stared at him in disbelief. "How many pages?" He hesitated just long enough to incriminate himself. "Forty-seven." I covered my face with my hands. "Oh my God." "They're very organized." "Forty-seven pages?" "Sabestine included venue ratings."

There was no emotion in the words, but a weight that compelled me to react. I sighed, set the phone aside, and opened my notebook again. This time not to draw, but to write with determination. On the first page, I wrote a title: Wedding Planning. The ink trembled beneath my fingers, but each word I added—guest list, venue, music, dress, ceremony—was a step forward.

"How do you make it?" Summer knelt down on her chair. Showing her book to River, she explained, "I'll show you how Mommy taught me. Firstly, I have to write down everything I want to do. Then, group them according to importance. But, because I've done it often, I've been able to combine those two steps into one." "Is that why you wrote it in different colors?" Summer nodded. "Red for the most important plans. Orange for the less important plans. Green for the plans that aren't important, but I want to do them."

Pulling out a regular notebook that she always carried around, it contained her activity planner and life goals. Jess liked planning like this, determining what should take precedence and what could be gradually worked on. She opened a new page, grabbed a blue pen, and started jotting down some notes. "High Priority," she wrote, thickening the letters and underlining them, adding a few small doodles around her words. She shifted slightly to the right to start with what she needed to prioritize.

My eyes fluttered close, my thoughts spinning and the aches in my muscles loosened up. So many things to put in place, so little time. I cracked my eyes open and withdrew a book and pen from the drawer close to the tub. I also placed a wooden table across the water and flipped the book open. Within, I wrote down the time frame I had to carry out my revenge plans and detailed the plans underneath. Each plan had at least five different subsections each detailing the action plan to carry out next. The first was the mystery called Zara. How to survive in her skin without getting killed or giving my identity off to Stephan or anyone else.

I look up from my laptop where I have been making a genuine effort at the American Literature essay for the past forty minutes. "Define we." "You, me, and Riley." "I am not a party planner." "You are methodical and detail oriented, which is better than a party planner." She flips open the largest binder to reveal what appears to be a color-coded timeline that would satisfy an aerospace engineer. "I am the creative vision. Riley manages the budget so I do not accidentally spend all of it in the first week. You keep the logistics from collapsing." Riley looks up from her philosophy reading. "Could you define creative vision in this specific context before I agree to anything."

She had savings as well, but those had also been slowly decreasing month by month. When she pulled up her book outline, she started making notes to work through the plot holes she had come across as well as the backstory of each character. She had just started writing the first few pages, but her mind was elsewhere. After re-reading what she wrote, she thought that with some adjustments, she would have something to be proud of. Judging by the storyboard she had created, it was going to take her a long time to write the whole novel. She worked for a couple of hours, only stopping for a few moments to watch the sun as it rose from behind the building across the way and illuminated the trees in

Chapter 69: Plans and Interference The morning after Jesse’s second proposal felt brighter than usual. Sunlight filled the house, spilling across the kitchen floor as Everlyn stood by the counter flipping through a small notebook. The pages were already filled with ideasflowers, guest lists, possible venues, even sketches of dress designs. Jesse leaned against the doorway, sipping his coffee and watching her with mild concern.“You’ve been awake for three hours,” he said. Everlyn didn’t look up. “Wedding planning waits for no one.”“I thought weddings took months to organize.”“They do.”“And we just got engaged again last night.”“Exactly,” she replied calmly, turning a page. “Which means we’re

But now, she was up and busy, he contemplated on doing the same thing, but he thought otherwise as he knew that she'd might find it difficult to work if he was present there and not only her, he doubts he did be able to work also if she was present there with him. Shannon was already making her goal for the next two months, she'd was taught by Bryan that before she thought of progressing on a project, she had to draw her plan ; Firstly, she need to set a goal in order to work her ass off and achieve that goal. Secondly, she had to have a backup plan most importantly. Now, there she was making a plan as she opened her Laptop, she typed boldly on it, Plan To Achieve In The Next Two Month. She

This was the start of my fourth. “I’m not moping,” I insisted. “I just don’t have any plans today.” Abigail rolled her eyes. “You are not the kind of person that doesn’t have plans at any point during the Christmas season. Let me see your book.” On the end table next to me was my little daily planner. Yearly, I filled it with stickers and drawings and filled up my days in fifteen minute time slots. She snatched the book off the table before I could protest. She stabbed a pointed finger into one of the pages and then showed it to me.