How To Find Your Future

Epilogue

Olivia

A few months later

"Everyone shut up!" My mouth drops open as I stare at the email.

"What's wrong?" Charlie asks, turning and reaching for me. Naomi and El both have confused expressions on their faces.

I turn to Charlie with a grin. "It's the email!"

He pauses as recognition descends on him. "The email?"

I nod, too excited to use words.

Naomi's frown morphs into a grin. "No way! Open it! Open it!"

I shake my head. "Not yet!" Then I turn in the direction of the front desk. "Sasha!" I yell.

She looks away from the customer she's with and glares at me. Oops. Then she turns back to them, flashes a smile and finishes ringing them up.

"Wow. I thought you were the one who didn't interrupt customers?" El comments with a smirk.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. I'm just excited." Next thing I know I'm getting smacked on the back of my head. "Ow!" I rub the spot as I turn to find Sasha behind me with her arms crossed and glaring at me.

"Why would you yell at me when I'm with someone?"

I grin. "I got the email."

Her glare drops and so do her arms. "Actually?" I nod. "Have you opened it yet?"

I shake my head. "I was waiting for you to get over here. That's why I yelled at you."

She smacks me again. "You could have told me that!"

"I just did!"

"Would you two stop fighting?" Charlie asks, but he's laughing and shaking his head.

I turn to face him with the sweetest smile I have. "Of course." I turn back and stick my tongue out at Sasha.

"Hey!"

"What's going on out here?" mom asks as she pushes out of the kitchen door.

"Olivia got the email!" Sasha cries.

Our moms eyes widen. "Did they accept you?"

I glare at Sasha. "I haven't got the chance to open it yet."

"How is that my fault?" she asks when she notices my glare.

"Because-" My phone's ripped out of my hand. I spin around. "Hey!"

Charlie hovers his finger over my phone, a smug smile on his face. "Stop fighting or I'll open it for you."

I cross my arms and pout. "That's not fair."

"Ugh!" Naomi groans. "Stop leaving us in suspense!"

"Okay, okay." I grab my phone from Charlie, who scooches his chair closer to mine as he does.

I take a deep shaky breath as my finger hovers over the new email. The email that could decide whether I'll be following my future of being a vet or not.

Charlie wraps his arm around my shoulders and squeezes. "You'll be accepted. I just know it," he whispers low enough so that only I hear him say it.

I nod and click into the email. A collective inhale of air is heard throughout the group. The email loads and loads until big letters are filling my view.

A grin grows on my face. "I got in!"

Everyone cheers.

"That's awesome!" El.