Allie
I almost cancelled three times before I even left the apartment.
The first time was while standing in front of my closet, staring at my clothes as if one of them could magically tell me what a woman was supposed to wear to have coffee with her ex-fiancé’s greatest rival.
The second time was after Mia asked why I had changed my top four times in twenty minutes.
The third time was when Chase sent a simple message saying practice had ended early and he would meet me at the café in thirty minutes.
There was nothing romantic about coffee. At least, that was what I kept repeating to myself like a mantra. Chase and I had spent time together before. We had talked at the skincare launch, sat together at games, and worked side by side at his foundation. This was not a date. He had not cal
