CHAPTER TWENTY
A note from the narrator:
One of my most favorite quotes says something about the fact that when you’re in the middle of a story, it isn’t a story at all; that only afterword does it begin to resemble something which makes any sense. I wholeheartedly agree, and as a reader, you should know that it took me a long time before Addison would agree to let me tell her story. Undoubtedly, it’s understandable. I of all people get why she would be protective of her little love story. Nonetheless, if it were going to be told, and it had been—it wasn’t long before it was splashed all over the gossip sites—she wanted it told as it was, as it had actually been, blemishes and all. But, before she finally agreed, of course, names had to be changed, and in order to get it just right, the
