I liked it.
A little after noon, I finally pushed away from my desk. My suit was ready for pickup at Wilkes Bashford, and I needed a breather.
Just as I was about to head out, my mother stopped me at the door.
“Hijo,29 the engagement party is canceled.”
I frowned. “Canceled?”
She nodded. “TíaRosalina30 called. It’s off, and I already called to have your suit sent to New York instead.”
“Alright then.” I kissed her cheek, not pressing for details. “Gracias, Mamá.”31
With my evening suddenly free, I turned toward Emilia’s room, knocking once. No answer. I knocked again, then pushed the door open. Empty.
Hm.
Shrugging, I retreated to my room, grabbed the remote and flipped onYou. I had cleared my schedule for this damn party, and now I had nothing to do but lounge around and let TV fill the silence.
Then, my phone buzzed.
Abigail.
The canceled party, the annoying meetings, the nitpicking—all of it faded as I opened her text, already feeling the grin forming on my face.
@abi_asher:You forgot me already? Lol.
Forget her?That was becoming more and more impossible.
Me:If only that were the case, Red.
@abi_asher:Hm?
Me:I had back to back meetings this morning.
@abi_asher:How was it?
Me:It was okay. Just a bit repetitive.
Me:How’s your day?
@abi_asher:I’ve been packing, so that’s fun.
Me:Packing? You’re leaving San Fran so soon?
@abi_asher:I’m moving to NYC permanently.
God’s on my side.
Me:Are you excited?
@abi_asher:Should I be?
Me:You should.
@abi_asher:Why?
me:Broadway shows, amazing pizza and great company.