I was at home, sprawled on the couch with my laptop open, scrolling through some bussiness files when my phone rang.
Ellen.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I picked up. “Ellen, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Bella! Hey,” she greeted, her voice warm. “Are you busy?”
“Not particularly.” I closed my laptop and sat up. “What’s up?”
“There’s a high school reunion this weekend,” she said excitedly. “A bunch of our old classmates will be there. I thought it’d be fun if we went together.”
A reunion?
I leaned back, considering it. High school felt like a lifetime ago, a place filled with faces I had long since forgotten—or purposely erased from memory.
“Not interested,” I said lazily.
“Oh, come on, Bella.” Ellen laughed. “It’ll be fun! Besides, I’m not going if you don’t.”
I smirked
