No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 42



I hummed softly, "Not a bad suggestion. I'll think it over."

"You really should," Fanny paused before adding, "Felicia, the best way to forget someone and move on from a relationship is to dive into a new one as quickly as possible."

"Okay, Fanny, got it," I said before hanging up. Lying on my bed, I let my thoughts drift.

Soon, I could hear Ernest's firm and steady footsteps outside, unmistakable to my ears.

Then came the faucet twisting, followed by our landlady Ethel's nagging voice, "How come it's just you? Where's Licia?"

I didn't hear Ernest's reply, only his request, "Please, no onions in the clam chowder."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh, though my laughter quickly turned into tears. Living with the Wagner family over the years, I'd gotten used to eating onions, even though I never touched them when I was with my parents back home.

was a saying, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Though I moved into the Wagner family engaged to Conrad, and

wanting to seem too delicate or fussy, like

for clam chowder, but by then, I had fallen asleep and even dreamt that Ernest and I were about to sign our marriage license

between you and Ernest?"

dream interrupted, I grumbled, "We were about to get married,

"

catch on, "You two were about to get a marriage license just like that? Wouldn't you date a bit first?" I

you, Licia. You've got an eye for quality. You'll regret it if you let a

couldn't help but burst into

make a

the table. I couldn't help but ask, "Ethel,

out to drink

my spoon, savoring the rich flavor. "Ernest's not driving today? And

occasionally, not full time," Ethel explained,

one." My explanation earned me an eye roll