Six Days Left
Carmela’s POV Carmela barely slept. The excitement and anxiety had kept her tossing and turning all night. Her mind replayed endless scenarios of what the fan signing event might be like, imagining everything from the moment she would hand Jay his hoodie to the awkward conversation she feared would happen between them. She thought about what she would say to him, what he might say back, and whether she’d make a fool of herself. No matter how many times she mentally rehearsed, it felt like a bundle of nerves tied her chest together in knots. Every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts would drift back to the coffee shop encounter, the way Jay had said her name so casually. Carm. Her heart would race at the memory. He remembers me… doesn’t he? Was that too hopeful? Or was it simply the
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