Leilani: Forgot to tell you, I secured my bridesmaid two days ago. U?
I grin to myself. A current subconscious act of mine that has become an obsession. I can't count how many times Chester has told me I'm smiling at my phone like an idiot every time Leilani sends me a message—even if it's a simple greeting. Getting texts from her feels like a reward for my yearning for her that I've had to endure over the years.
"She sent you another message didn't she?" As expected, Chester curls his upper lip at me, though it looks more like a line between disgust and grinning.
