Hailey
Carly and I met Kina and Lacey for lunch. Since the dinner at Carly and Brad’s house, the football women had all tried to make contact with me, to pull me into the group. I wasn’t sure why they were doing it. I was leaving again soon, but I appreciated the effort. Carly was part of an amazing group here in Miami, and a part of me could see why she didn’t want to come back to Colorado.
“How are you enjoying Miami?” Lacey asked after we had placed our order.
“I’m loving it,” I admitted. “Carly is showing me around, and I’m sure that helps. I wouldn’t have known where to start if I were here alone.”
Lacey nodded. “Miami can be great if the right people are showing you around,” she said. “And with us, you’re in great hands.”
I nodded. I agreed. I was having the best time, and Lacey
