-MIA-
I can't make it to the event today. I'm sorry.
Not feeling great. Have fun.
—Mia
I hit send and let my head fall back onto the pillow.
Asher had invited me to a cocktail party tonight. Nothing fancy, just a quick showcase for one of their latest real estate projects. In and out, he said.
But my period started yesterday, and today is what I call "The dreaded day two." Heavy flow, cramps that feel like medieval torture. Day two is always the worst.
Bloated and curled up like a pretzel, there’s no way I can meet Asher at the reception. He was heading there straight from work, and Jake was supposed to swing by and drive me there.
I only hope Asher doesn’t get mad. He’s been...better lately. There were no dramatic outbursts like the infamous caramel pudding meltdown. I don’t know
