Well. That just proper fucked my plans of backing out.
Danielle: OMG Vanessa you just made me cry at work! This will be the best Thanksgiving ever! Thanks for the ride Evan!
Lucy: My nieces and nephews will have the best holiday season and I will be broke by the end of it but that is my duty as an auntie! We may all be fake cousins, but we are real aunties to these kids, so we all better go broke together. Thanks for the ride Evan, I’m gonna have a roadie so be ready for tipsy Lucy!
Priscilla: No need to go broke Lucy, don’t you see we have our very own big spender in the chat *Winky face emoji* Anywho what kind of wheels are we talking Evan? Rolls Royce?? LOL.
Xioana: Thanks Evan! Do we need to bring anything? Food? Drinks?
Roselyn: Gracias Evan! Vanessa, those kiddos are so loved, it’s going to be the best weekend!
Antonio: Sweet man. Works for me.
Evan: Just a normal car Priscilla…No need to bring anything ladies, I made sure the cabin was fully stocked. Even have a hidden stash of IPA’s for you, Tony.
Antonio: Sick! Thanks man!
Lucy: Fully stocked you say…
Evan: Enough booze and food to last us a month, Lucy.
Lucy: *Dancing baby gif*
Xioana: Awesome! This is so exciting!
Evan: Amelia, time???
Ughhhhh. Come on Amelia. Think of Vanessa and Abby’s kids. Fully stocked booze and food. Magical escape from the city. There’ll be so many kids and activities that I’ll barely even notice Evan, right? Ok, I got this. Here goes nothing.
Amelia: Wednesday at 8AM works fine for me. I’ll get those flan ingredients and make it with your kiddos Vanessa!
See. That wasn’t so bad. Nothing to worry about here. I get one more message notification and immediately open it thinking it’s Vanessa responding to me.
Evan: Perfect *smile emoji*
One word. One emoji.
Apparently that’s all it takes to know that I’m screwed.
20
Amelia
I can’t believeI’m doing this.
Goddamn Vanessa and her unintentional guilt trip. It’s eight AM and I’m making my way out of my apartment building when I see a familiar face waiting by a large black SUV.
“Good morning, Ms. Amelia.”
“Oh, hi Teddy! I didn’t know that you would be picking me up today, what a pleasant surprise,” I say as he takes my luggage from me.
“Glad to see you again. Mr. Cooper requested that I be the driver to escort you to the Berkshires, since you and I have already met briefly,” he says as he opens the back passenger door for me. I settle in my seat, and he closes my door, then rounds the vehicle and gets into the driver seat.
“So Teddy, about that night. I want to apologize for my state of … pukiness. I’m not typically a raging hot mess, but you just happened to catch me in rare form that night.” I wince.
“No need to apologize, Ms. Amelia I—”
“Just Amelia, no need to remind me of my marital status, which I’m painfully aware of.” I chuckle.
