I hate nights when we're apart.
I miss him.
And maybe that's silly.
Maybe I'm fooling myself.
Maybe this whole thing is moving too fast.
But I’m worried because usually by now he's already texted me goodnight.
And it's getting late.
I know he's working.
Bodyguard things.
Mysterious dangerous things.
I should be patient.
My phone buzzes.
My entire face lights up.
Then I see the sender.
Sabrina.
Not Kai.
I open the text.
And immediately groan.
Sabrina
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Followed by…
Sabrina
Father Peter says cream or ivory gown, and do we want strawberries in the cake?
“That brat,” I mutter.
Another text arrives.
Sabrina