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ADRIA’S POV.
By the time I got to Lucien’s house, he was already prepared, and was waiting for me.
“Hey.” He said when he opened the door, but I greeted him with a sigh. “Come here.” He added, with a smile, and pulled me into a hug.
“I just have a lot on my mind right now.” I confessed. “I would have loved to go to Daniel’s aunt’s wedding in Paris, but I don’t even know if I’ll survive this.”
“You can still go. When we make it back in time. Maybe in three days, we’ll arrange for you to fly to Paris. I figure you can get the invitation on your own?” He asked, and I chuckled.
How was he confident enough to make plans?
“Sure I can get the invitation on my own.” I replied, trying to reflect his positivity in my voice.
“Let’s stay optimistic, Adria. Don’t think of the bad side.” He
