Chapter Eighteen
Ava
A week later back in California.
Once the wedding was over, we flew back home in opposite directions. Blaze recapped the wedding disaster on FaceTime to Trisha and Melody while I held the phone up. He was animated with his hands flying everywhere and his facial expressions in reaction to his aunt falling down.
“Show us again how she fell, Blaze?” Trisha cackled, and I shoved her out of my face. We were at my condo hanging out before we headed to the center to present the check, then we needed to get back to work. Kianna was meeting us there with the radio station to help raise awareness for the kids.
“How was work today?” I jumped up from the couch, went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge to grab a yogurt and a bottle of water. Melody was sitting in the lovesea
