HOLLY
It was an interesting Monday. Possibly the most interesting one in Holly history.
I’d returned home the night before walking on air, dancing happily through my little apartment after a jubilant cab ride. My date with Logan had been the stuff of legends. He’d wined me, dined me, and all but sixty-nined me, before paying and tipping the taxi driver to get me home safe.
Once there, I charged my phone enough to turn it back on and check my text messages… and that’s where things got complicated.
The first one was from Bradley. Attached was the selfie he’d taken of the two of us, cheek to cheek, looking absolutely amazing together. And the message:
Princess —
My Grandmother wants to know where
I ‘found such a beautiful young woman’.
I told her you landed in my lap. :)
Sweet, cute,
