No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 125



Waking up this morning, the dream was still lingering in my mind.

Ernest has made it into my dreams for the second time now. It made me wonder, have we met before?

But let's put the dream aside for a moment. The last time, I dreamt that the guy carrying me had a mole on his back, and guess what? Ernest has one exactly like it.

And then yesterday, he called me Licia. I heard it clear as day, no mistake about it.

Lost in my thoughts, Deborah's voice snapped me back to reality, "Felicia, how come you're back in bed?"

It's not every day that this sleepyhead wakes up before her alarm.

I knew what she was getting at and gave her a look, "What do you mean 'I'm back'? What's that supposed to mean?"

Deborah chuckled mischievously, "Oh, I thought you and Mr. Collins..."

"What are you thinking?" I cut her off, "Don't you have anything decent in your head?"

"Come on, a single man and a single woman, isn't love and romance the most natural thing?" Deborah had a point.

anyone willy-nilly. What would that make us?" I

her pillow, "Felicia, you know what? I'd love to see Mr. Collins, the

lovey-dovey and out of character," Deborah's words made

find out for yourself because you won't see anything through someone else's

eyes and threw a pillow at her, "Or maybe I

it on," she wasn't

a pillow at her, and Deborah quickly caught it and pressed it against

happen

Collins last night?" Her question made flashes of Ernest and I working

to .Org

from her bed to mine in

"Come on, just tell

And stop shipping

"It's

with

going

I'm

like that,"

to end

after all those years with Mr. Wagner, it's not easy to just move

but