To: Cassiope@gomail.com
From: Ash10@gomail.com
Subject: Panic! In the bathroom
RED ALERT.
My parents met Rowan in what was nearly the most awkward moment of my life. Yes, even more awkward than that presentation where my sweater got stuck on my head in front of everyone with my t-shirt riding up in the back.
My parents and siblings are here. In Miska. To surprise me for Christmas.
Which, in itself, is kind of amazing. BUT, they met Rowan, who had just gotten out of the shower and wandered into my kitchen STILL DRYING HIS HAIR. Literally could not have looked more 'morning after' if we tried.
So now I am freaking out. I have literally locked myself in my only bathroom to say this because I am about one second away from having a panic attack.
Thank god Rowan was quick on his feet to explain his presence in my apartment this morning. I think my brain melted. They've been here for a few hours, and I am barely functioning.
Send help.
But also, since I haven't even had the chance to reflect on last night. Oh. My. God.
Cass. I am shooketh.
Anyways. I have to go back out there. Mom will start asking me questions about my daily fibre intake if I'm in here too long. As if I don't know how to solve that problem and don't educate people taking opioids about it literally every week.
Absolutely losing my mind here Cass. WHO DOES THIS!?
YOU ARE READING
Can't Love Christmas
Storie d'amoreA young woman tries to escape her past by moving to a new town and bets a renowned Christmas-hating local that she can get him to fall in love with Christmas. 85-90,000 words
