Anna.
A couple of hours after the dress arrived, another package came—this time smaller. Inside was another envelope. When I opened it, I found a plain ticket to Bali. Along with it was a note that read:
“I know you’re probably wondering what this is about, but all I’m going to say is if you want to get away, meet me at the airport after the party. I’ll be waiting. If you don’t show up, that’s okay, but think about it first. Love, J.”
“Bali!” Mary exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “This man is a woman’s wet dream! Please tell me you’re going!”
I bit my lower lip, unsure if I wanted to go or not. Everything was still so tense. “I’m not sure.”
She placed her hands on her hips, giving me a look that clearly said, “You’re definitely going, even if I have to make you.”
“Don’t you
