Invitation
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Last published Sat, Nov 25, 2023
I Josephine, just got promoted to an Event Planning Manager at a hotel I've been at for less than 2 years. For my age, it was an accomplishment worth celebrating on my own with a bottle of wine and a bath. Through the last couple years of my employment here, it's been great. I've had plenty of amazing opportunities I never would have thought to have even considered as something able to do. I have met some amazing people, and some not so amazing ones too. The good outweighed the bad of course, with one extra person staying in my mind a lot longer than I had wanted.
Chef William. He was maybe 4 years older than myself, and gorgeously handsome. I had only really talked with him a handful of times, and each of those occurrences ended with my face 2 extra shades of red from blushing at a simple exchange of harmless words." "in the last year, not only did I feel myself mentally maturing, I just stopped caring. I tried to get him to notice I wasn't paying attention to him. I didn't talk to him as much, I really just tried not to say anything to keep me from falling for him again.
Someone should have told me that wouldn't work, because I would've said they were right. "
It all started with an innocent invitation to a party that ends up being a love story full of excitement, concealment and learning.
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