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Laurel
You know how when you have a bad day, you go home, put on your PJs, get in a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine, and everything somehow feels magically better?
Yeah, me neither.
In truth, I finished cleaning up the party, returned the supplies, went back to the flower shop to check on the temp I’d hired to run it while we were at the party, and spent an hour staring at my computer without seeing a thing.
Afterwards, I went upstairs, and made it as far as the floor in front of door when I lost it. I’m talking, fall to my butt, tears and snot mingling on my face, while I tried to cry into Princess’s fur, as she tried to get away from me.
I felt foolish, and angry, and utterly sad.
When Dillon had spun me around and kissed me like he wanted to go on kissing me for the rest
