The following days go by in a blur. I’m preparing hard for our trip to Bora Bora next weekend. We leave in a week. I can't wait for next weekend to get here. I’m so happy I’m going to Bora Bora—it’s a dream come true.
I get cut off from my daydreaming when I hear Vivienne calling my name. I was lost dreaming about the beautiful things we’ll get to do.
“Sorry, did you say something?” I ask Vivienne.
“Yes, I did. I asked you if you’re free to go to lunch together?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I want to talk to you. I thought it would be nice over lunch.”
“What would you like to talk about? I hope it's not about my uncle. As I said before, I’m not helping you ask him for forgiveness.”
“I remember what you said. I want to talk to you about something else.”
“Oh, I usually eat lunch with Ja
