“I will.”
“And Celeste?”
“Yes?” I said, raising a brow.
Abi raised it right back. “Just remember you can’t get over him if you’re under him, got it?”
I scowled and then I smiled, despite myself. “You’re the worst,” I said, not meaning any of it. At least I wasn’t full of dread when I marched down the hall. I knocked on the door of apartment 28C.
I heard shuffling, but this time the face I expected greeted me when the bland white door opened.
Ben blinked his brown eyes. “Celeste?” he said, still standing in the doorway.
“Ben.”
“Is this about wedding stuff?”
I could have spit, I was so surprised. “Excuse me?” I spluttered, folding my arms over my chest. “Were you present during our last conversation?”
Ben looked baffled. “I figured you just had a bad day and needed to cool off.”
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