"Axel, whatever you're planning tomorrow, please stop. I don't want a surprise wedding party. And I won't wear the wedding gown." From: Evelyn
Evelyn stared at the message.
Biting her lip as she read it repeatedly.
It looked reasonable. Firm. Mature.
Then she flopped onto the bed.
"Oh, perfect, Evelyn. That doesn't sound dramatic at all."
Her thumb hovered over the send button.
One. Two. Three.
"Ah... Whatever!" she pressed the send button.
The message was gone from her phone display, but not from her mind.
Within seconds, she feels like her heart has jumped to her throat.
"Oh, no. What have I done? He's going to see this and..."
Her phone buzzed almost instantly. She was shocked, her cell phone nearly dropping to her face when she saw his name on the screen.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no... Why is he calling? Can you reply with another text?" She stared at the glowing screen like it had grown horns.
