Eight
Joanna
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hen I’d gotten off the plane in Vegas, my friends and I in a ride-share on the way to the hotel, I didn’t expect this week to be anything more than just fun—partying, hangovers, tanning by the pool.
But it had turned into so much more.
And now that we were on our last day here, flying out tomorrow morning, I was devastated that this trip was coming to an end.
Mostly for one reason.
A reason I didn’t want to admit.
Jenner.
Monica had seen this coming, like it was a celebrity alert broadcasted across the world. She wanted this for me—she wanted us to work.
But there were so many factors that went into play. Long-distance was only one. Relationships were hard enough. Living on opposite sides of the country, constantly missing each other, felt impossible.
Besides, Jen
