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."

said, keeping my eyes on the road. "Maybe my feelings for Conrad had gone stale, just like

familiar affection was like a fine wine, its true strength only apparent after

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

old," Fanny never beat around the bush with me,

with my parents. I didn't want to change it," I said as I placed the bedding on the couch and went

the house, eventually leaning against the kitchen doorway. "Not bad. It's a bit dated, but it's cozy. I can tell your family was

were happy until

nightmare, 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, they never made

me back to reality. "Why aren't you

say?" I looked

okay?" she asked, noting

lump in

would be

I was crying at their grave when he held me and promised that

someone to rely on,

Seeing the

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