Brielle’s Point of View
“Are you really traveling to France?” Cara questioned me as she went on stirring the gravy she was making.
I had just told her I was traveling with my boss to France.
“Yes… You don’t sound too excited for me. Is something wrong?” I questioned, leaning over the kitchen table.
She turned around sighing heavily as she looked like she was not happy because I travel with him. But what could I do? It was my job.
“Do you really have to go with him? I mean you just started work plus this weekend we made plans to visit my parents,” She said to me as I swallowed hard.
“I know,” I said sighing heavily.
“But I just can’t say to him I can’t travel with him it’s not like I have an option of not doing that,” I said to her as she bit her lower lip nodding her head.
“I will
