Sophie Barnes
“Let's try not to f**k this up.”
This was his way of saying goodluck. I have absolutely heard better in the past but I took it as the cold reality check that I needed. Looking down at my cardigan, there was a tissue I had tucked around my neck when I was eating the very greasy turkey. It wasn't stained with the sauce but still, walking into a house like that with a tissue paper around my neck like a bib would either make me look ridiculous or a really prime and cultured girl. Regardless, it wasn't even a risk I had on my vision board of free will and definitely not today.
“You didn't see this.” I pulled it off me fast like it was on flames and showed it to him along with the distaste on my face. “Are you trying to set me up for failure, Julian?! Because I am sure six foo
