Does Cloud 9 feel this heavenly for this long?
I must have asked myself that question a million times.
Me. I was Michael Morgan's bon-a-fide girlfriend. His best friend. His confidant.
And you know what?
It felt good.
I floated on air for what seemed like days. Nothing could ruin my mood, because I knew that someone wanted to be with me, and exclusively me.
"Opie, we're going to be late if you don't get a move on!" Ava was shouting at me from down the hall. I fixed the stray hairs that were trying to escape to my coif.
We were heading to my dress appointment now that the roads had cleared. I had seen this beautiful creation in the window before, and hoped that they still had it available. The ball was coming up in a matter of days at this point, and I wanted it to be perfect,
