Shana~
“I can't believe they're taking this to the final buzzer," Trevor says through my phone.
Though his sports reference isn't lost on me, I'm too worried about what is about to happen to reply right away. Unable to sit still, I grip my phone tighter as I pace about Stephen's and my temporary office that is no longer.
All of our things are packed and ready for our flight. According to the people with Saks who organize our travel, with the royal wedding about to occur, there is no turning back on our pre-booked flights. If we did, we wouldn't get another flight for over a week—which doesn't sound bad to me—and the increase in cost would be astronomical—which sounds bad to them.
Even my hotel room is packed. “I know that I'm leaving," I say to Trevor, “but I wish I knew if I were c
