Photo by Samantha Hurley
Ella opened the blinds and smiled at the mid-morning sun. Joy erupted within like a geyser.
Last night was special. The first shared look, the conversation throughout the night where many commonalities revealed themselves like little advent gifts, and then the exchange of phone numbers with a promise to meet for coffee later.
So dizzying, so thrilling. How long had Ella waited while other friends slipped away into the starry night of marriage?
Could this be the one? Definitely maybe.
The ringtone doused her school-girlish glee and fluffed a more sedate and mature hope.
Not.
She grinned, stupidly. “Kaylynn, hi!”
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