Aurora D’Angelo / Isla Smith
We were supposed to leave early.
Four girls trying to look presentable had other plans.
Two.
Freaking.
Hours.
And we were ready to check out to head home.
Then, of course, Melody would want to eat something.
She is tiny; where does she keep everything she eats? I swear she burns calories by talking because I've never seen her hit the gym.
I texted Ashton to let him know we were running late.
He answered almost immediately, of course.
We ate, because a hangry Melody is dangerous.
I texted Ashton again before we hit the road.
ME:
“Finally leaving.”
ASHTON:
“Drive safely.”
“I’ll be here, waiting…”
That was it.
He would be there waiting for me.
Goddess, how am I going to tell him?
My friends slipped into their usual road-trip rout
