WARNING: A BIT OF SWEARING
Ding-dong!
Yes! I've been expecting this for days now.
My high school reunion letter! I know, letters are in the past, but they're also so aesthetic.
You know me, the most amazing person ever. I've taken my mom's place as most successful model, and when dad died, I got all his money, so I'm like, super-rich.
Back to the letter, I'm really excited to see my followers - sorry, friends - again, but I'm more excited to see Andrew.
I'm single now, but in the ten years I've had a few relationships.
I mean, who can go ten years without at least twenty relationships?
Even though the event is in a week, I decided to go shopping for it today. I went to a lot of stores, buying a lot of dresses and accessories.
But when I got home, I had to pick one set of everything. I chose a blue-gray dress, silver earrings, and a silver pair of platform heels.
"Driver, take me to my old high school, Goode High." I ordered my limousine driver.
"Yes, ma'am." He bowed slightly, like he should.