Pinky Promises

Prologue

I'm a jumble of nerves as I wait for Angel to emerge from the crowd. How long has it been since I seen her last? A year? At least. It's been months since we have even spoken. Phone calls from Oklahoma to California aren't exactly cheap and Angel didn't like writing much, which didn't leave us many ways to stay in touch.

I nervously twirl the simple engagement ring on my finger, scared what Angela's reaction will be to me getting married. Is she happy about it or will she see it as some sort of betrayal...you just never know with Angel.

I let out a slow breath when I see her and give a wave. She's more stunning than ever and heads turn when she walks by. Her hair has grown back out and instead of falling in natural waves, it hangs down straight like a silk black curtain.

For a moment we stare into each other's eyes. Many things have changed since we were kids, but looking into her eyes I can tell that the promise we made each other so many years ago hasn't changed, that forever and always we'd be best friends.