Abandoned at Reunion

That night, I drank way too much.

Kason was all I could think about, and I felt the urge to call or message him on WhatsApp. But then, I scrolled through my Facebook feed and saw a post from him. It was a picture of Priscilla in a hospital bed, making a goofy face. His caption read: "Adorable."

Adorable, my foot!

Suddenly, I was completely sober. What on earth had I been in love with?

In a fit of rage, I sent Kason a stream of voice messages, calling him a heartless jerk and telling him I wanted to break up.

And then, I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself in Kason's arms, just as he was stepping out of Olivia's place.

I immediately tried to wriggle free, but he said, "Hold still. Olivia said you had too much to drink last night, and I don't want you suffering the aftereffects."

He carefully eased me into the car and then apologized, "Yesterday was my fault."

"I was just anxious because Priscilla doesn't know anyone else in the city."

"That's why I said those harsh words to you."

"I've planned a surprise for you. Can you forgive me?"

"But you said she was adorable."

"She posted that herself. I've already taken it down."

Then he took my hand.

"Makayla, you have to believe me. You're the only one in my heart. I came back to Richmond just for you."

Though Kason grew up in the north, he has a charming way with words and the politeness of a southern gentleman. It's no wonder so many girls have been drawn to him.

But he only fell for this tomboy—me.

He put a lot of effort into winning me over.

If not for our past disagreements, we might have had a kid by now.

Suddenly, I remembered my grandmother's words.

She was ill, and her last wish was to see me settle down with someone good.

She said, "Makayla, you’re not getting any younger. When I'm gone, what will you do alone? I can't rest easy thinking about it."

Snapping back to reality, I wiped away my tears.

"Alright then, let's see this surprise you've planned."