Pulling Off The Impossible
“No way I’m letting anyone come to my honeymoon, even you, babe, I’m sorry. I mean the reunion. You told me you got the invitation two days ago, right?”
My gaze automatically fell upon the small envelope on the desk two feet away from me. I was debating whether to come or not. It seemed ages ago since I met everyone from Columbia yet at the same time, I didn’t know if I could leave Sev to childcare again after the last incident that had happened.
“I’m not sure,” I said at the end of a sigh. “It’s silly, don’t you think? We just graduated about a year or so ago, why would we need a reunion?! Usually a reunion happens when people haven’t met in at least a decade.”
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