Carol’s POV
After the chaotic whirlwind of the live interview and promotion event, there is no one in the world I want to see more than Fiona. Luckily, we had already planned to grab lunch today to catch up on the events of the weekend. We hug tightly before settling down at a cozy cafe near my workplace.
“I missed you!” Fiona says, kicking me playfully under the table. “You need to tell me everything. How was your trip? How was his family?!”
I shift awkwardly in my seat. “The trip was — nice. His family was… fine.”
Fiona raises an eyebrow at me. “Okay. I speak Carol. That means you hated it and they were terrible.”
I let out a sigh and rest my head on the table in defeat. “Not… exactly. But yes.”
We spend a few minutes recapping the bizarre events of the weekend and the semi-disastr
