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Whenever I bring it up, she says it’s gossip and none of my business.

Well, it is my business now.

What if a good idea for a book comes out of all this mess?

David Moore.

All the bad feelings I have had link their little clammy hands so they can dance like crazy fairies in my head.

My mood is dark.

He is that man.

I read her book multiple times for a reason, yet I could never even come even close to how he is in reality.

I’m suddenly done with writing any book.Before writing anything, I need to do some reading again and then figure out what I want to do about Thea’s wedding.

Without wasting another moment, I stuff my cookies, water, and laptop under my arm and head outside.

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Saturday afternoon

“Are you serious??” I burst out, my eyes flying to the phone, forgetting about the makeup case propped against the window.

Holding the eyeliner pencil up and having only half of the line painted on my eyelid, I look at my best friend, Chloe.Smiling nonchalantly, she takes a bite from her banana muffin.

She chews on it, slowly nodding.

“Yes.”

“You got an invitation?”

“Of course I got an invitation. Way back. Everybody got one.”

“In Madrid?”

She waves me off with a chuckle.

“Back home, silly. Thea doesn’t know my address in Madrid.”

“As if I do,” I say.

Sitting cross–legged on the floor, I lean into the window sill and fold my arms over my chest.

She holds my eyes while I stare at her incredulously.

“So you’re coming home for Thea’s wedding.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Her mouth is full as she chews on her snack before swallowing slowly.

Why am I so surprised?

Chloe has always been the jet setter. Fashion, men, and travel have always been her things, not necessarily in this order.

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