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.

just love anyone willy-nilly. What would that make

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

seeing that uptight man get all lovey-dovey and out of character," Deborah's words made me

through someone else's eyes," I said, sitting up. Deborah sat up too, "Then you can try and tell me all about

at her, "Or maybe I should

it on," she wasn't

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

anything happen between

question made flashes of Ernest and I working closely together and me covering him with a blanket rush through my

to .Org

from her bed to mine in excitement.

"Come on,

stop

"It's

with

going to

I'm

like that,"

end

those years with Mr. Wagner,

scoffed but didn't