I wore the dress I had chosen for the day, took out the only pair of heels I had brought and left my hair open. It was the day of the wedding and I was nervous about it. I mentally noted myself to not do anything that could lead him on because I was so scared about Chantal being right.
The internship ended on Wednesday. We got our certificates the very next day but the results were to be out on Monday. Arabella was right; this event might help me take things off my mind. A lot was happening and I didn’t want my last days here in the Netherlands to get wasted on just worrying, if I end up not getting it through.
There was a knock on the door. “Hey, it’s me, Ara.”
“Oh hi, come in.”
She came in and the moment she saw me, she stopped on her tracks. Her eyes glowed with such awe I knew what
