Verena
I heaved another frustrated sigh, staring at the letter in the unwrapped gift box. Zita was bent on infuriating me. This wasn’t normal anymore.
I reached for the letter, unfolding it—face devoid of any emotion.
It read;
“Dearest Verena, I will keep trying until you accept my request to be friends. I want us to put the past behind us and move on to something better. To begin this new chapter together, would you honor me by joining my bridesmaids?”
“It would mean the world to me. Have a nice day. Please don’t send back the invitation this time. Love you.”
This ridiculous cycle of her sending back the invitations that I already returned has been going on for a week now. It first started when she texted me a digital copy of the Invitation. I almost lost it but instead of reactin
