No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 32



Fanny could read me like an open book. "So, where to? I'm with you, or..."

"Let's go spruce up my place," I cut in before Fanny could finish.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You had this planned?"

"Not exactly planned, just since the day before yesterday," I gestured toward the backseat where a set of new bedding still lay unpacked.

"Bought them with Haley yesterday," I added, igniting a spark of gossip in Fanny's eyes.

On our way to my place, I spilled the beans to Fanny, who nodded vigorously and angrily. "Good that you didn't go through with the marriage license. Conrad's a scumbag, wanting his cake and eating it too."

"Scumbag is a scumbag, no matter the time," I retorted with a chuckle.

Fanny looked at me sternly. "Felicia, you don't have to put on a brave face for me."

I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

I felt, but I soon realized this kind of stale, familiar affection was like a fine wine, its true

family's home. We met at school and became friends after I joined

and old," Fanny never beat

to change it," I said as I placed the bedding on the couch and went to wash and boil water in a new

tour around the house, eventually leaning against the kitchen doorway. "Not bad. It's a bit dated, but it's cozy. I

happy until that car

my parents dropping me off at school talking about a contract that would let them build me an amusement park if it went through. But then,

Fanny's voice snapped me back to reality. "Why

there to say?" I looked

you okay?" she

a lump in my throat, sadness

Conrad would be

their grave when he held me and promised that he'd be there for me, vowing by their tombstone to love me as they

naively thought I'd found someone

Seeing the pain in my eyes, Fanny deliberately changed the