I just told myself I wouldn't rush things and now I'm organising a family get-together. What is wrong with me?
"I'd love that" Amelia reaches out for my hand and holds it softly, reassuring me.
"Okay, I can give them a call and rearrange something later" I tell her. A look of panic slowly spreads across her face at my words before.
"....fuck!" Amelia turns and runs up the stairs. I stand dumbfounded for a second before I bound up after her.
"What what's wrong?" I ask hastily as I follow her into the bedroom, I find her reaching for her cellphone on the side table.
"I didn't tell Poppy where I went last night, yup. Nine missed calls, I better call her back" Amelia says hurriedly as she lifts the phone up to her ear. s**t, poor Poppy . Maybe I should have given her the heads up tha
