Synonyms For Better

Chapter 21 - To Keep Meeting Like This

(𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕)･ﾟ

I COULD not wait.

It was five days after my initial breakdown and trying-to-forget-phase over Finn. Since then, I'd been mostly (okay, fine, slightly) successful. 

That is to say, I'd come to terms with it. Like, okay, I had a crush. I could deal with that; the rest of humankind can do it, so of course I could, too. After that laydown, I'd quickly searched online for the full science between attraction and tips on how to forget a crush. 

And that turned out to be only half beneficial, because almost immediately I'd gone down the 'People also ask' rabbit hole. 

Big mistake. 

But hey! Now I was loaded up with up-to-date information on 'best aphrodisiac scents to win him back' and 'how to kiss him to make him go crazy' and 'why is he so cute asdasdjadfjk'.

Surely, that info had to be useful. Ahem.

I spent the week trying my best not to sit around sulking, but I couldn't help how upset I'd gotten on the first day back, and Aunt Cheryl had noticed. 

She didn't pry too much, but she seemed to understand who I was sulking like a depressed sock over about. And so, her way of diverting me from my thoughts was to rope me into joining her to binge watch this show where the contestants attempted to build furniture out of anything but wood. Her excitement was actually contagious, almost concerningly so. When I'd jokingly asked if this was her new obsession, she'd given me this look and smirked, "Oh, it's beyond an obsession, sweetie. It's a frickin' lifestyle." 

I'd thought that over, then almost choked on my spit when my mind conjured up a ridiculous image of Cherry hoarding cereal boxes and raiding the dollar store for duct tape in the middle of the night. Gosh, my imagination needed to be on sedatives sometimes, though I'm pretty sure that attempting something like that would be illegal...?

But I digress. 

The internet was a fun distraction, and so were Aunt Cheryl's favourite shows on TV, but there was another, bigger distraction waiting for me: 

My friend's bachelorette party. 

And so there I was, five days later, trying to hold on for dear life as the bus flew down the road. And I was slightly nervous, not because I was practically getting catapulted across the vehicle as the driver hit the brakes, no, but because of the very specific instructions on the invite. 

Here it is. 

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All the girls invited to Stacey's bachelorette party, listen (or, uh, read) carefully.

All the wedding guests that have traveled from far will be staying at Devenshire's Lunaire Hotel. But all the girls that are going to partayyy (sorry, I just had to), we'll be staying at a smaller mini-resort right off to the side of it. 

Here's the important part, however: the groom's friends are also having their own party at the same mini-resort. So we've divided us into houses: the bride's house and the groom's house. 

Remember: the bride's house's flag is the one with the gold peacock feather on the midnight blue background, while the groom's house's flag is the one with the midnight blue peacock feather on the gold background.

So unless you want to get stuck snorting crushed Rocket candies at the guys' party, ingrain the above info into your head, and get in without any of the relatives catching you!

Signing off,

The bride, Stacey Millers, soon-to-be Stacey Millers-Ray ♡
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Cute, right?