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19. Chick Flick
It was so utterly ridiculous, so utterly cliché, she laughed dryly. It could have strayed out of a click flick the idea was so…unthinkable.
Yet here she sat, resting on the bathtub's edge, fiddling with the soft hem of her shirt. Her anxious gaze might as well have been glued to the item sitting on the counter, the same thought continuing to drum through her head.
What was Will going to think? Would he be happy? Sad? Excited? Angry?
Her harsh, clipped sigh sounded unusually loud, thrumming in her ears in cadence with her restless heartbeat. It wasn't that she was afraid of this…they had talked about this occurrence, surely, but never very seriously as they didn't think it would matter so soon.
Checking her watch, she noted that the defining moment had arrived.
So, she shoved off the bathtub's edge, slid her feet across the cool tile, and lifted the four inch piece of plastic that would delineate her future. Her gaze fell on the window on the side.
A little pink '+' stared back at her.