April:I did something insane
April:i need... idk
Laura:Great. Crystal clear. Love this for us.
Laura:Is this "insane" legally actionable or emotionally actionable?
April:both??
April:kind of???
Laura:I’m going to need you to use your words like an adult human woman with a college degree.
Laura:What. Happened.
April:i might be engaged
Three dots appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and stayed for a full thirty seconds.
Laura:I’m sorry.
Laura:I think my phone autocorrected something.
Laura:Because it LOOKS like you just said you’re ENGAGED.
Laura:To the man you were crying about an hour ago.
Laura:Which is INSANE.
Laura:Please clarify.
April:not to chad
April:to killian
Laura:KILLIAN BLACKWOOD?!?!
Laura:YOUR CEO?!?!
Laura:APRIL MARIE FEULLER.
Garlic, rosemary, and expensive butter drifted through the office. The glass doors slid open, and Mateo Rossi swaggered in, trailed by four servers bearing silver trays.
April:it's fake
April:probably
April:gotta go lunch is here
Laura:“PROBABLY”?!?!
Laura:DO NOT HANG UP ON ME.
Laura:APRIL.
She silenced her phone.
Mateo looked less like a chef and more like a rockstar: sleeves rolled, forearms dusted with flour and old burn scars, a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what you’d eaten for breakfast and quietly judged you for it.
