Celeste
The next morning, the cold light of day accentuated the throbbing in my temples.
My night had been restless, filled with tangled sheets and even more tangled thoughts. I had half a mind to bury myself under the blanket and shut out the world, but the jingling of my phone snapped me back to reality.
I squinted at the screen, my heart skipping a beat as I saw Fiona’s name. With a sigh, I picked up.
“Hey,” Fiona's voice echoed, a touch of concern evident in her tone.
“Hey,” I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“How was your ‘date’ last night?”
I let out a soft, wry chuckle, before glancing over to my bedroom door. Lowering my voice, I responded.
“He asked me to be his girlfriend.”
On the other end of the phone, I imagined Fiona’s blue eyes wi
