KASMINE.
Today, of all days, seemed to be the day every driver in Chicago wanted to win the award for being the slowest driver ever to live.
I was too eager to get home, and the tiniest form of traffic or misbehavior from these drivers seemed to grate on my nerves.
After what seemed like an eternity, we were parked in the garage, and I hurried out of the car with excitement, forgetting my earlier worry about June being at home.
Whenever Kester said he had a surprise for me, it was always jaw-dropping and it made my heart flutter and ache at the same time.
My heart fluttered because he was making me feel like a real woman... But the ache in my heart was due to the fact that all these – whatever we thought we were doing – would never last. It was never meant to be. And that's why I allo
