Aurora D’Angelo / Isla Smith
Tomorrow came too fast. It was lunchtime, and I paced the place.
“I want to send him a message, tell him I am sick,” I said to no one in particular.
Sage looked up from the pan and chuckled.
“Try it, and we will have him here with soup…” she said, and I huffed.
“I don't want to go out with him… it feels like he is winning, and I am losing…” I paused, “For the record, I hate losing,” I pouted, and Melody looked over her phone and laughed. Sage and Melody were of no use; I needed Arline's bitter remarks to balance their cheerful energy. She had class, so there was nothing I could do about it.
“Isla, you should just go with the flow. It is not like you are marrying a man, it is only dinner,” Melody said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, it is only dinner
