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Jace and I talked about everything and nothing, and it was lovely. He sounded tired from his event last night. Everyone left after 1 a.m. It was a good thing I had waited until close to noon to call him. It was clear that Jace was disappointed that he wouldn't get to see me this weekend, but it was important to me to spend time with my friends, too. Which I told him as gently as I could. Things were new with us, and Jace wasn't used to being someone's boyfriend. I promised to go with him for lunch on Monday, which seemed to appease him. I had a lovely lunch with my parents and reminded them that I had promised to study with the twins on Sunday morning after breakfast. As long as Mr. and Mrs. Foster were present, they didn't mind. Dad took Mom to a fancy restaurant and an art gallery in t