Natalie texted Mr. Ho that next morning to tell him that she was sick again. She felt horrible after drinking alone in her apartment all night, and she couldn’t bear to risk facing Asher again.
Besides, she was still reeling from her encounter with Finn last night, and she ended up spending the day sleeping off her hangover.
He’s probably already married by now, she realized, slumping miserably against the couch. He’s gone. He’s really, truly gone.
However, at that moment, she saw Finn’s name flash across the screen of her phone, which lay on the glass coffee table in front of her.
“Damn, Natalie, you must be still be drunk,” she giggled to herself. “There’s no way Finn’s calling you on his wedding day.”
She took a swig of wine from the bottle she had just opened, turning her focus
