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Itinerary

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Chapter 3: Itinerary (Emilia's POV)

Five days had passed since I last spoke to Remy. She called me again, later that same day, to let me know that there were a few changes with the plan and the wedding date, so she'd send me the full itinerary in a couple of days. I was still waiting on that. She also told me to buy a dress for the engagement cocktail party, but as for the wedding dress, she said that we would all be going to one of the most famous and expensive boutiques in Marbella because she hasn't bought her wedding dress yet. 

We all know this is the right thing for Remy but it's scaring me to see her rush into this and go forward so blindly. It scares me but it makes me adore her relationship with Aspen so much more. They're so sure of each other, and they're not letting anything get in the way of that. 

My phone rang and I took a step away from my closet and grabbed my phone from my bed. "Yes, Megan?" I asked. 

"Where are you going today?" Megan had officially gone full psycho-mode. She calls me every morning to ask where I'm going and what my plans are for the day, just to make sure I'm leaving the apartment. Sure, Megan was my manager and she's the one responsible to help keep my career on the line, so she's doing her job. But it's always a bit annoying when she gets like this. 

I mean, she made me move to New York City, for God's sake. I was born and raised in San Francisco, that's just where our family has always been. For college, I went to San Diego. 

Like I was supposed to, I stuck to the plan. 

I went to the University of California in San Diego, graduated in English Literature with a degree in Writing, and then settled there. I had my life going with my own apartment, my group of college friends. I wrote Tainted Hearts during my last year of college and it was published right before my graduation. I never expected it to blow up and gain recognition and success the way it did but I am incredibly grateful for it. I had months of enjoyment and relaxation after that. 

And then Megan started talking about what was next for my career. And then I shut down. All creativity left my brain, all inspiration was dried up, all my motivation vanished and I was in a slump. Still am. Up until four months ago when Megan decided I needed a change. Apparently, I'd been on the west coast for too long and should see a city with a little more hustle. So, we decided on New York. 

Megan helped me move all my things, I paid for everything on my own, not that she should have, and now here I was. Except four months had gone by and I was still in a slump! 

"I don't know yet. I'm thinking of making it out of the apartment and just seeing where the day takes me. But I do have to go shopping." 

"Oh, for your sister's engagement party?" 

"Yeah." 

"Okay. Have fun. But remember, if you see anything that catches your eye, just—" 

"Write or type it down. I know, Megan. Bye," I sang.