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

Mr. Collins, the man of

all lovey-dovey and out

for yourself because you won't see anything through someone else's eyes," I said, sitting up. Deborah sat

a pillow at her, "Or maybe I should

bring it on," she wasn't

at her, and Deborah quickly caught it

happen between

question made flashes of Ernest and I working

to .Org

ever the gossip, hopped from her bed to

grabbed me, "Come on, just tell

And stop

"It's

with

going to

I'm

him like

end

those years with Mr. Wagner, it's

scoffed but didn't