Dawn
The next day, I am meeting up for coffee with Wendy. We were meant to go shopping, but instead, we settled for a coffee break, and of course, we decided to ditch Gwen; we didn't want her spoiling our mood. Aside from the meeting, what I have planned to do is reckless, but I couldn’t care less about that. I am in pursuit of answers, and I have to get them one way or another.
“So, how is Vincent?” I ask Wendy. She takes a forkful from the piece of carrot cake she has ordered, while I settle with chocolate. You can never go wrong with chocolate cake.
“He is okay, I thought you two had been spending time together.” She says.
I eat a piece of my chocolate cake, and I melt as the flavor melts on my tongue.
“No, I haven’t seen him since the morning after the party,” I explain to he
